Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 18:27:01 GMT -5
Leaning over the side of their ship, dark eyes watching the ocean water move never ending as the fishing trawler made way closer to their next stop. Almost lost in his own mind at the thought of how many undead could be at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico. Until the dark haired man felt a sudden slap upon his bottom startling him enough to grip the shaska. "Geez calm down Muhammad, it's just me." A familiar voice said before yawning. Finally turning around to look at the slapper who was a tall Latino fella named Jesus. Cocking his head to side as he grinned toward J, giving J's shoulder light punch. "Don't do that haha. Cecilia awake yet?" Muhammad ask straightening his back up, keeping his hands now on his hips as the land came into better view. Raising a brow toward his friend a she waited for s response. "No she is still sleeping. Let's go check on Naveen. See if he has any more duties for us before making anchor." Rolling his eyes toward J at the last word. Tapping the scabbard on his side before making a hook shape with his finger. "Rrrrrrrr These pirate jokes never get old." Walking off toward where Naveen was at, not before receiving a punch on his shoulder from the laughing Jesus.
THREE HOURS LATER
Unsheathing the Shasqua after the groan of a walker tickled his ears. Slashing the sword at the corpses head once decapitating its lower jaw. Muhammad grunted as he pushed thing back on its back before aiming the sword through one of its eye socket killing it. Looking over at Jesus who was arguing with Cecilia about what places to check out on the map. Rolling his eyes at the two's bickering on, walking down the docks toward the street. Sucking on his lower lip while he tried to see if anything caught his attention. Noticing a small newspaper standout the corner of his eye. Taking a small jog over to it before seeing that most of the good reads had been taken or burned. None the less Muhammad still searched the small stand for anything that could of been left behind. Finding nothing so far that was of any use other then a few strips of gum, far last the point of wanting to consume. Where the fuck is the Mardi Gras? He asked himself, scratching the back of his head before cracking his neck. Exhaling softly before lazily walking back to the end of the docks awaiting Cecilia and Jesus.
THREE HOURS LATER
Unsheathing the Shasqua after the groan of a walker tickled his ears. Slashing the sword at the corpses head once decapitating its lower jaw. Muhammad grunted as he pushed thing back on its back before aiming the sword through one of its eye socket killing it. Looking over at Jesus who was arguing with Cecilia about what places to check out on the map. Rolling his eyes at the two's bickering on, walking down the docks toward the street. Sucking on his lower lip while he tried to see if anything caught his attention. Noticing a small newspaper standout the corner of his eye. Taking a small jog over to it before seeing that most of the good reads had been taken or burned. None the less Muhammad still searched the small stand for anything that could of been left behind. Finding nothing so far that was of any use other then a few strips of gum, far last the point of wanting to consume. Where the fuck is the Mardi Gras? He asked himself, scratching the back of his head before cracking his neck. Exhaling softly before lazily walking back to the end of the docks awaiting Cecilia and Jesus.