Population:
47 overall, 18 of them females, the others males {29}
3 of them are children (2 girls and one boy).
7 teenagers (2 girls, 5 boys)
5 old people (3 old men and 2 old women)
...the remaining 32 are all between 20 and 45 years old. (20 men, 12 women)
Manpower:
The laborers are 5, all men.
The armed are only 11 at this point: 8 men and 3 females.
Guard and watch shifts:
All 11 gun-armed people, and sometimes one or two joined them.
Rotating in shifts of 3 to 3 each 5 hours starting from 7 am.
3 on gate, sometimes 4.
3 on the backside.
One from each side does a patrol every hour on their watch.
There is a wall made around the town keeping walkers at bay but that can be worked through from the outside if done fast before the patrol rotations.
The situation in the town:
Conditions inside are fairly good; people are fed and clothed but ignorant.
{A bunch of sheep being guided to the unknown, if I had to say. Their damn concern is watering the fucking plants on the sidewalks.
All they know is that walkers bite you and you turn; they have no other deep knowledge or training on how to deal with them, and they aren't looking for that either.
They don't do any scavenging or cultivate the ground, but food keeps coming, and no one questions the source. Everyone thinks that since humanity is practically done for, the food is lying all around waiting just for this town.
But the right thing for them to do, in my opinion; otherwise, whoever may question that won't live long.
In those two days, the armed team went outside once and came back with a car full of supplies. I wasn't allowed to tag along but was tasked with a gate watch this morning.
{So be careful with your little stars if you decide to rain'em on us, boy.}
There's a curfew strictly put in place after 7pm; only the armed are allowed to wander after that.
Most people are ignorant of the dangers outside and are kept that way for unknown reasons.
There were cold drinks sometimes, so there may be generators somewhere around. Electricity works here too.
The place is not self-sufficient. Which only means that their source of food is scavenging or taking from others.
Armory:
Guns equipped: 4 revolvers, 7 shotguns, 2 rifles, 1 crossbow, machetes, and cold weapons on every armed man.
Guns in store: place unknown, numbers unknown.
Vehicles: 1 armored jeep, 4 others normal, and one truck.
General layout:
Weak entry points: The southeast of the front gate. There's a turn behind the second-to-last building that is often ignored by scouts considering how secured it was with two tall buildings backing it and the high wall there.
After 8pm: nothing can stop you from taking actions silently.
My location: third building to the left side after the front gate, being watched regularly by two men. One of them may be outside the apartment I'm in, in irregular periods.
Leader:
Name: Philip Blake. But everyone here calls him the governor. {Description}.
Governor State: Confirmed as hostile, the prison was one of his targets, but Merle himself told him it isn't suitable and is overrun both inside and outside. I was actually asked if I went that way, and I denied it, saying this is the farthest point of my travel.
{But that was Merle's honest opinion, as he knows nothing about me and the current situation of the prison too.}
Confirmed actions: attempted a takeover on a survivors' camp, saw a man being brought back stealthily and kept in whatever place he was since then, and possibly dealt with for information.
Something is off about the governor; he seems overprotective of his place, and I can't risk breaking into there at this time...
To this point I don't know the criteria of the chosen people to join this place or be handled. Two women joined after me, but a man disappeared.
{And I'm sure I'm not in any way as charming and rod-hardening as those two women, so possibly allowed in if confirmed you are alone and useful.}
Secondary leaders:
I don't know if that is a thing here, but the governor had two trusted people.
A fighter man named Martinez. {Description}
And a scientist guy who goes by the name Milton. {Description}
A nerd who looked silly, I don't know, considering I met only two of their types after the apocalypse, but he is nothing like Jenner. Too snoopy. But May held valuable info and can be of use.
Important note: there's a Merle person here, even nicknamed a Dixon, with the same description as Daryl's brother...even having one of his hands chopped off, so it's him 99%.
Personality: awful, aggressive, rude, hit-then-think type, loyal dog, a clown that do to please and gain recognition but also follows his interest only, won't hesitate to stab in the back.
Dangers: schemy, can't be trusted, can't be allowed near the untrained, nothing like Daryl, and may even use that brotherly relationship against us.
Skills: tracker and hunter, same as his brother; ruthless and decisive when necessary; smart sometimes; has sharp eyes; so-so in CQC but skilled with firearms.
{The above are in comparison to mine; the general states are yours to decide.}
May turn obedient after a good beatdown, may turn into a snake waiting to strike. I still need time to know which one it is.
Overall:
[Ready when you are]
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Billy updated the information on the scroll he took from the snake's belly and contemplated for moments if it was time to send it to Sasuke but refrained; it had only been two days here, and the informations are still lacking. He needed to figure out more about this place.
Calling it over, he made the snake store the scroll and went to have a bath.
Half an hour later Billy emerged from the apartment, hearing the faint sound of footsteps backing away and disappearing outside the building.
Obviously belonging to whoever the fuck was put to watch him.
Honestly? This place, the discipline, cautiousness, and decisiveness...
All things were perfect on it; ignoring the shitty actions of the governor, this place and he as overall leader were ten times better than the ones they had with them from the quarry group.
But in the end, for all these positive points...they chose to mess with the wrong group and the wrong person.
As for the two who ran from Sasuke, till now Billy found no one like the description he got about them.
And the governor himself didn't ask him anything about the highway; thus...the chance of them actually making it back was slim.
Walking down the street, Billy faked a smile, looking around; it was peaceful, honestly, but the fake kind.
This isn't the world where you wander around in shorts, swaggering like you are doing a model show, being pretty, and looking for plants to water.
This wasn't a time to do little parties, sit around on folding chairs, and sip fucking tea when so much can be done by all this number of people.
Billy exchanged a few talks between him and some people here; he was good at mingling in.
A joke here, a praise there, and you would be let in.
'I take it back; those people are all Morales...' Billy sighed, remembering the man who risked it all despite knowing the dangers outside. He didn't know what happened to him, but Billy held little to no hope that it was good.
What Morales did was respectful in a way, to go look for his family amidst all that chaos, but also stupid by risking the ones that are still there and confirmed alive with him to look for those who may not be. And that too after two fucking months of indecisiveness.
Billy shook off those useless thoughts and took a turn trying to get inside a building that held a sign of it being a shop, before all this mess, maybe.
It wasn't heavily guarded, but he noticed something off and was ready to see if his suspicion was right.
"What are you doing here? This location is restricted." A man cut from the side, stretching an arm to block Billy's path forward. His other hand resting on his hoisted machete.
"I just had to pop down to this candy store; you see, I'm running a bit low on ^mind your own fucking business^." Billy then pointed at the place.
"Do I look like a fucking seer to ya? Put a restricting sign if you meant it, douchebag." He then turned to leave, mentally noting the location.
The man frowned, but he held the displeasure; Merle had already...roughed him up the first time he came here.
And this bearded man, from what he heard, had roughed Merle badly, put 1+1, and he didn't really want to try his luck with the wrong person in a world where killing became the new everyday "fuck you."
'So this is your hiding place, huh, little Milton?' Billy smirked; that scientist seems to disappear too much, but Billy never got to know his place, his house.
He had a pretty good idea of where most people here are sleeping, and considering Milton's usefulness in this world, he understood why the governor is putting a guard around there.
And bad for Milton, Billy had a good damn memory.
There was only one pack of the cat gum of that type, and it was Milton who picked it up yesterday from the lady who was distributing a few; the same gum's wrapping was tossed in the dustbin in that place just now.
'But it is in no way his workplace, too small for that...' The store was decent for a sleeping place, but if Milton was anything like Jenner, then he would need a bigger secured place for his work.
'Basement?' It can't be in the house of the governor...so where?'
"There you are. C'mon, we need to do a little run outside."
Billy turned to see Merle waving from the jeep's front seat. The governor on the passenger seat nodded at him to enter.
"Sure, you got my mace, hopefully."
"And a gun." Philip (the governor) passed him a revolver, ignoring Merle's look.
Martinez, the man who was sitting beside Billy{Jack for them} now, already knows the arrangements and will keep an eye on Jack; winning Jack's trust now is much more useful than letting him feel like he was going to be used as some meat shield.
"Ohoh, appreciate that." Billy took it, checked the rounds, and hoisted it.
"So, are we going for a supply run or something?"
"Not really; some walkers are gathered behind the wall on the side. We need to deal with them, and I figured you would need some action."
"Ahah, gladly."
The ride was mostly Billy and the governor talking, with Philip trying to know more about ^Jack^ and the story of his travels and discoveries.
While Billy is just doing the routine *bullshitting,* mixing truth with the otherwise absolutely non-existent tales.
They got down from the jeep, seeing the dozen or so walkers standing in a spot ahead and growling at the iron wall surrounding the town.
Possibly heard the slight noise from people on the other side.
"Well, gentlemen, no need to waste bullets if possible." They nodded, Martinez tossed the mace to Billy, and started swirling his own club bat.
He took three fast steps and with a strong swing destroyed a walker's head.
'Impressive,' Billy's honest thought seeing the strong strike, nothing like Sasuke's craziness but still better than most people.
He marched forward, swinging his own spiked mace, dealing with two walkers.
Merle ran forward, shoving his blade-strapped arm through the eye socket of a walker, kicking another slightly toward Billy, who turned, evading the thrown walker, and bashed its head.
The governor dealt with one by cutting its face with a machete and then burying it into another's head. And soon all walkers were down by their collective effort.
Billy and Merle were tasked to deal with the corpses while the governor and Martinez left to scout the area for any more walkers.
Billy, who tossed the last corpse atop the others, turned to Merle, who lit the fire on the corpses, remembering his stunt earlier.
"Someone must've made you replace a hand with that scrap.
So don't give me a reason to make you replace your little dick too with a dildo to make whatever dog you are mating finally feel your own manliness."
Merle was about to sweep his bladed hand hearing that ridicule, when Billy, who was expecting that moved, already having the gun's barrel straight under his chin, the safety going off with a menacing click.
"Na-uh, you ain't the ninja you are imagining yourself to be, potato. Try that shit again and I'll blast your brain." Merle stiffened seeing the serious look on Jack's face.
Billy knew the little game the governor was playing now; no way a sneaky man like him was unaware about the mess meant to happen by letting them be alone with each other.
"I'm done playing with ya. Go mess with someone else; otherwise, you won't even get to have a dildo down there." Merle, unaware that he was being used to confirm Billy's situation, held his hands up (one and a half, actually) and smirked, trying to ease the tension.
"Relax, we were just joking here, right? Ya need a little winding, how 'bout I look if there is the right woman here for ya, Jack? I got some reputation; we can sit and talk over it later."
"Yeah, reputation, figured, the one everyone shouts ^do a flip^ to when feeling bored."
"Huh?"
"The clown, that's your reputation. Now kindly fuck off."