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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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[These woods are getting mighty crowded all of a sudden. Merle hasn’t been out here much longer than she has, armed with nothing but a filched pistol, grabbed off a dying Termite as he got the hell out of Dodge. It ain’t what he’d prefer, but best laid plans and all that shit. Merle had stayed out of town when everyone went in-- half as a lookout, half because no way in hell was he walking into that place of his own volition. He’d said, once, that the man who came at him calm and smiling with his hands in his pockets, that was the fucker who’d scare him-- and the ruins of the charnel house behind him, well, just goes to show that now and then he knows what he’s talking about.]

[He’d been in the middle of trying to figure out how the fuck to spring everyone, once it’d become clear that all those smiling faces weren’t so friendly underneath, and all he’d managed to do was get himself picked up by patrols. Fucking figures. It’s a miracle, if he still believes in those, that they didn’t stuff him in the freezer right away. Missing his hand and still on the weak side he’s not much good, which is why he’s holed up in the hollow of a tree right now, waiting for the smoke to clear a little before he heads out on his way to look for Daryl and the rest of ‘em. He’d booked it just as soon as he was able when the chaos started, not knowing or caring how or why, just running for freedom like an animal. He ain’t proud, but not like he coulda done much if he’d stayed in town. Rick and his crew-- and Daryl, mostly Daryl in his estimation-- they’re strong enough he trusts them to fight their own way out, he’s just gotta find them.]

[But here we got something else, a walking fucking nightmare dripping gore and carrying his brother’s bow. At a distance and with all that on her, he doesn’t recognize Carol. He just waits, and he lines up his shot-- aiming low, base of the spine, he doesn’t want a kill ‘cos he wants answers, and if they ain’t good ones he wants to make this slow-- but he doesn’t take it. He hides and he waits til she’s close enough and looking the other way, and then he calls out in a tone as sweet as poison:]

Now I know that ain’t yours.

[There better be a damn good reason you got Daryl’s weapon there, stranger.]

[ It was time to move on, at last, to leave behind his fortified encampment up in Kings County, the place he'd laid to rest his wife, his son, laid to rest the entirety of the life he'd once known. He lost himself there, fell into the depths of darkness, trying to find the path he was meant to take, to serve the purpose he was meant to serve. Clear. That was it. He'd been meant to clear. To make things right.

And then Rick had come back - he'd come back, and he knew him. He knew him, and he was there. Not on the radio, not like he promised, but there. Rick had been right in front of him, his face had been there.

And that was the start of it.

The start of a turn in his path, a way back out the other side of what he'd been through, winding its way through the darkness. He spent a long time down there - a long time - and he wasn't out of it yet. But he was far enough he could see again, start to make out the world around him. And it was time to move forward. So here he was, in the woods. He was far from trusting anyone, those signs they'd put up, but he had to give it a look. He had to see.

He'd been lurking on the edges just in time for all hell to break loose. He watches, making his way along the edge, and that's when he spots her. Looks like a walker, really, but with the weaponry...

His mask is still on as he approaches her, his voice reverberating inside of it. He's ready to grab his weapon, but he hasn't yet. Just ready. ]

You come out of that?

[ It's an even tone, booming but unclear as to whether it should really be taken as threatening, exactly. He's just a man looking for information. ]

[It's really been a hell of a week. Or has it been more than a week? Fuck, it's impossible to really keep track of things like time anymore. Point is, ever since Brian's attempt at taking over the prison, things have been hell, and Tara never really got a chance to stop and think before she was uprooted from one group and dumped into another.

Well. Maybe that's not the best choice of words. Tara is still an outsider. Doesn't quite fit in with Abraham's trio or the survivors of Glenn's group. She's sure that not everyone knows who she is, but Glenn knows. And she's pretty sure she saw a spark of recognition in the sheriff's eyes. Which is why it was so utterly shocking that she had been given a gun and told to take first watch with the gore-covered woman that night while some of them caught up on sleep. These people trusted her with a gun...

But hey. She had no intentions of taking advantage of that. She wanted to prove that she wasn't like those other members of Brian's militia... and protecting these people while they were at their most vulnerable was a great starting point for that.

So, after circling the perimeter of the flimsy little shack they had holed up in for the night, Tara eventually makes her way over to where Carol was, and sits down next to her. Not... not too close, but close enough so that she doesn't have to raise her voice to talk.]

Hey.

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screw you timeline i do what i want

HOW ABOUT WE HAVE A LITTLE TIMESKIP