Dallas Lee Tucker
Watching the others he wondered a moment how they were all going to survive. A group this size, in varying states of healthiness and mental stability. When Hank came back downstairs his eyes came up, following him to the coffee table where he dumped out a bag. Twenty some odd cans. Well, good thing he'd gone back for his bag. A few more cans, plus the ten pound bag of rice, would help out. When his name was said he looked up again, a little startled that he was being asked to help.
A girl outside in this mess? Oh yeah, things couldn't get any better. Shooting a glance at Paulo he gently took his hand, gave it a squeeze, and went to follow Hank. This, he figured, was the mans way of testing him.
"So....plans t'chop 'em up an' go get the girl, yeah?" It sounded like a good way to get to her without getting eaten alive for their trouble. They'd have to take enough to cover the girl too, though, which might be more problematic.
Despite how prickly he could be, the idea of leaving anyone out there didn't settle well with him. Night was coming, he dead were more active, and the girl was likely to get killed if they didn't get her. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to die like that. Oddly it wasn't even the idea of going out that had him feeling uneasy. It was his proximity to Hank that had him wary. Its not like him and the other guy were best of friends, and he wasn't real sure if he trusted him yet.
The new guy, who'd been pretty quiet up until now, mentioned a farmhouse. That got his attention, and he frowned faintly, walkers were there too but still. If there wasn't a lot of them, and there was still food it was a good idea to go there. If only to bolster their dwindling food. Shaking his head he followed Hank upstairs, realizing belatedly that he still had his shovel in hand. Ha, to think that keeping a hold of the stupid thing had become unconscious habit.
"How far is she from the house?" Back to the subject on hand.
Unfortunately Paulo seemed opposed to the idea of them going out again. Heck, he himself didn't like the idea, but it wasn't human to leave a person stranded.
"It'll be fine." Though a distraction was a good idea, come to think of it. Anything that would help them get back in one piece. Just not Zeke, he had looked pretty tired when he'd come in. They couldn't have him running all over the place getting worn out.
"We won't be long, y'know?"
The need to protect Paulo seemed stronger than before, and it made him shift a little uneasily. He didn't want him involved in the mes they were going to be making. Hell, he didn't want to be worrying about watching his back while they were outside,
"I promise we'll come back alright." Last thing he wanted was for Paulo to be out there covered in zombie guts.
Location: Sugar Mountain. Looting for supplies.
Supplies: Duffel bag with: one change of clothes, warm jacket, cigarettes, jerky, duct tape, a first aid kit, and a multi-tool. Borrowed duffel with: Three soup cans, flashlight, batteries, cast iron fry pan and pot, large bag of rice.
Weapons: One short-handled shovel, a .45 pistol with half a clip, and a bolt-action rifle with rounds.