Cycle 2

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Marie:
Marie, in her cat form, trotted happily into the cafeteria as her claws clicked against the blue and white tiles. Her black fur, matted with blood from this morning and her collection of the dead, slicked back and stood up as her bone structure crunched and cracked into her human form. "Put the gun at the door, Pearce." Her vocal cords scratched out as her human form became used to forming cognative human speech once more. She tiptoed to him, naked as he noticed, and kissed his cheek as she slipped it off his form and threw it at the door. "You can't be an asshole this early in the morning just because the dead rise on the daily. If you want target practice, find my collection and use it." Her voice began to smooth with her smile. She smirked as she looked back into his eyes sultry, her wrists dangling from his neck while her arms relaxed against his shoulders.

David:
   "Hey," David said to Pearce an Marie, "Why don't y'all get a room. Would have much more peace an quiet and death than out here."
   He took another bite of his biscuit and stood up.
   "Pearce I'm heading out to the watch towers. When your done here feel free to come by and pick your girlfriend up a couple of dead heads. At noon were sending a team a hundred yards out to try an clear the area so we can punch this wall further out. More space for the growing campers. Our team is first in."
   David adjusted his rifle over his shoulder and walked out heading for the armory, which was essentially a SEARs walled off and reinforced by yours truly Cat woman.
   The SEARs is where all the guards or internal police keep their weapons and gear. Each person has his or her own "cage" that they keep all their stuff in. But there a large portion for excess ammunition (if there was such a thing), firearms, and other combat weapons or equipment. Always under heavy guard and whatever taken from the excess storage is logged so we can keep track of it all.
   When he made it to his cage he grabbed his wall security gear and started for the wall.

Pearce:
   Pearce laughed as he turned to look down at Marie, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her so close he could almost taste the dried blood that was coated all over her like she just got out of a blood bath.
   He laughed at the thought, he was just in one last night when he was outside the wall on a salvage run. He was having so much fun he was only able to bring Marie back one that he hadn't killed.
   "You heard the boy," his smiled reverted to disappointment that he couldn't be with her longer, "I gotta go get ready for wall security. I'll bring you back something afterwards, my place?"
   "You mean that history museum of World War Two weapons," Marie said sarcastically, "No thanks. We'll meet at MY place."
   "Fair enough," he brought her in for a kiss, "I'll see at your liter box tonight."
   She punched him in the gut and laughed, "it's not a liter box!"
   He laughed and kissed her again, "I know, but it just makes sense."
   She gave him one last kiss on the cheek then a punch in the gut telling him it's not a liter box before he picked his rifle up off the floor, chugged the last of his apple juice and left to grab his stuff from SEARs.
   He didn't carry as much as everyone. At most he'll carry his AK74 that he "borrowed" from a camp leader that was abusing the other survivors. So he went an beat the crap out of him with his own rifle, then kept it telling the camp leader, "I'm gonna barrow this if that's okay with you."
   Course he didn't need it. Pearce could pull a weapon from just about anywhere at anytime from anything. Fully loaded, chambered, complete with dialed in sights. A perk of killing most of the prison guards in hell. With every guard he killed another skill or ability he gained. Kinda of like, Gun Game on Call of Duty.
   He grabbed his first aid kit and his hydration pack and went to meet David on the wall for security detail.
   As soon as he heard the gun fire start, he stopped in his tracks and smiled.
   "Today's gonna be a damn good day."
   He ran the rest of the way to the wall shouting, "DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME!!!"

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