On the Move, Once Again.

[Daryl Dixon]

Daryl was in his truck, driving behind the large RV, Many things were going through his mind on the road. Many thoughts about his lost brother, Some where about leaving Jim on the tree, thinking if he is still himself, or has he turned yet. Another thought was about the only place they felt safe, the place that was now nothing but a pile of junk.

He watched the clouds in the sky moved, he looked back and seen black clouds from the CDC building still smoking. While he looks forward again, he seen the Convey was stopping to the side. He slowed the truck down and then opened the door, but not before grabbing his crossbow. He walked out of the truck, and stretched out his legs and looks around.

He walked over to the stopped RV and held out his hands.

"Why did we stop? whats up?"

[cuethelaugh]

OOC: If it's not ok for me to bite here just say so. I'll delete if so I also figured that the way I wrote this new originals can make their entrance to your group... Since we seem to have a few of those.))

From around the front of the RV came Emmy a stranger to the group but she had actually been the reason that the RV had pulled aside. The old man who was in the front driving with some younger man with a sheriff's hat had been driving when she had come jogging out of the woods waving her hands. She had been the only one of the group she had been traveling with mainly since getting separated from her friend Jeremy, who had been the group's main leader (while she was more of a coleader) had voted her for such duties. The rest were too scared. But someone had to do it, and once they saw an actual working car it had come down to her.

Initially she hadn't spoke whether it because she was too excited at seeing more living or because she didn't want to alert any nearby walkers was up to debate. It definitely wasn't from being out of breath from running because honestly she had been doing enough of that prior and besides, as a youth she had been fairly sporty playing on multiple soccer teams. No, that definitely wasn't it.

At first it didn't strike her mind that maybe not speaking would give them all the more reason to shoot but running along side the line of vehicles by the huge RV she waved her arms which probably made her look even more crazy. That's when she saw someone in the RV pull a woman and that's what kicked her brain into action.

"No. Don't shoot!" And luckily that was enough for the sheriff to yell something which eventually led to the vehicle stopping. Now in front of the RV somewhat out of breath she leaned her palms on her knees and bent over, trying to catch it. Someone poked their head out, it looked to be the sheriff while some blonde had a weapon pointed. This got Emmy back into action again.

"Whoah. Whoah." She waved her hands. "Are you kidding me? How many of those things do you see speaking? Do you need me to do some sort of test. Look... I'll recite a monologue for you.. Heck I'll write you a song just put that damn gun down." She quipped sarcastically before an actual biting quality took over her tone but luckily someone, Daryl, had actually exited the vehicle and approached her. Instantly she was standing upright a flappy hat and somewhat bloody NYC novelty tshirt on her frame, a messenger bag evident slung over the right side of her chest.

"There's more of us. More survivors. Back there." She nodded briskly toward a small group which was now making their way out from behind trees and other hiding places beginning to walk toward the growing group. "Some from New York some from between here and there. We picked up someone's signal." She glanced toward the man in the RV who had previously been yelling something: Rick. "I think it was yours asshole." She teased with her odd sense of humor before looking back to Daryl. "We saw the explosion. We were worried that we might have missed out on all of the fun." This of course wasn't true but heck, Emmy was trying to break the ice.

"I'm Emmy." Holding out her hand for a handshake toward Daryl she waited, it was up to him if he wanted to accept or not. Either way she glanced toward the window of the RV and then demandingly at Daryl. "Will you please tell your friend to put his damn weapon down?!" She raised her voice now sounding more insistent and urgent when really, she was just annoyed.