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((OOC: Set in The Walking Dead TV canon, spoilers for Season 5, Episode 1. All are welcome, if you're not canon familiar this is a zombie-overtaken version of rural Georgia, outside Atlanta.))
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[The smoldering, overrun compound that used to be Terminus is left behind as Carol jumps the fence and lets herself out, taking advantage of the heavy blanket flopped over barbed wire that Rick's group must have used. She ignores the screams of those still living and the inhuman growls of walkers as they feed themselves into a frenzy. It might seem cruel of her, if one was blissfully unaware of the goings-on inside those fences just before the flames and rampaging began.]
[A brief glance at the surroundings, assessing the footprints and parted underbrush (she picked up a few tracking skills... here and there... ) and quickly she determines which way they went. Carol was quite serious when she told Tyrese she has no intention of staying, but first she has to find them. Make sure her efforts were worth it and they all got out, and most importantly reunite Rick and Carl with Judith, Sasha with Tyrese. So she goes, stomach churning despite how calm she'd felt while unleashing destruction on Terminus and its twisted population.]
[She hasn't quite let go of the hope that she won't have to leave, but she's prepared to.]
[Her face and hair are caked with red clay, and she's wearing clothing covered in entrails -- not just spatter, but as though she rolled and splashed inside a fresh, open corpse. In one hand is an automatic rifle, in the other a crossbow. She looks like she's been through a brutal war.]
[She has. She won.]
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[The smoldering, overrun compound that used to be Terminus is left behind as Carol jumps the fence and lets herself out, taking advantage of the heavy blanket flopped over barbed wire that Rick's group must have used. She ignores the screams of those still living and the inhuman growls of walkers as they feed themselves into a frenzy. It might seem cruel of her, if one was blissfully unaware of the goings-on inside those fences just before the flames and rampaging began.]
[A brief glance at the surroundings, assessing the footprints and parted underbrush (she picked up a few tracking skills... here and there... ) and quickly she determines which way they went. Carol was quite serious when she told Tyrese she has no intention of staying, but first she has to find them. Make sure her efforts were worth it and they all got out, and most importantly reunite Rick and Carl with Judith, Sasha with Tyrese. So she goes, stomach churning despite how calm she'd felt while unleashing destruction on Terminus and its twisted population.]
[She hasn't quite let go of the hope that she won't have to leave, but she's prepared to.]
[Her face and hair are caked with red clay, and she's wearing clothing covered in entrails -- not just spatter, but as though she rolled and splashed inside a fresh, open corpse. In one hand is an automatic rifle, in the other a crossbow. She looks like she's been through a brutal war.]
[She has. She won.]
SURE why not?
[For that reason, Carol smiles more-or-less amicably when Tara sits nearby -- it's fatigue that keeps it from veering toward the 'more' side. It's been a rough ten days, but then, she can't imagine this woman's had it easy, either. Since when had anyone?] Hey. Tara, right? [She heard Glenn say that name at some point.]
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[Okay.... okay. So Glenn talked about her. And that makes her nervous. True, he didn't tell Maggie, or Sasha and Bob, about her involvement with Brian's group when he introduced her to them... but they were kind of in a situation then. Now that they had time to breathe... that's when Tara started worrying.
But it looks like her worrying was pointless.... for now at least. So she just nods.]
And you're... lemme guess. Rambo?
[She ain't getting that image of Carol covered in blood and gore and lugging around a bunch of weapons out of her head anytime soon, nope.]
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[Her words are in no way meant as a threat -- she's smiling, casual as she can be while on watch -- but if Tara interprets them as extreme protectiveness all the better. Anyone still living would understand the importance of that particular feeling.]