Fresh Start [Open]

With his mind wandering, Otmar reached up to scratch his neck before turning around to try and grab his pack that rested on the hard Earth. But then he was interrupted by a flash of brown hair, a scap of clothes off in the trees before a blur whizzes by and sinks itself into a nearby tree. Making a zing sound as his heart raced. Panicking for a few moments as she came into his peripheral.That early moments notice making it so that he didnt jump, only flinched a bit when the very large arrow nearly sunk itself into his skull. Turning about 45 degrees to his right in order to see whoever was the offending shooter. Man, he just never liked guns. Or bows for that matter, and that happened to be what she held. Though his eyes caught on her flowing hair. Eyes quickly roaming over her and their surroundings at the mention of a camp. Really? Her camp? His blue eyes locked on hers as he finished a quick inventory of her visible items. Bringing his arms up in mock surrender while keeping his left hip at an angle to try and hide his knife from view. Tense and ready to try and duck away at a moments notice. Looking at the way she held it, he doubted his dark brown hair would escape the arrows sharp edge..

"Whoa there. Your ready to shoot my face off for threatening your camp when I didnt even know one was nearby." Arms still raised in the air and showing off some muscle mass from his jacket and shirt, gesturing with his head as he kept his tone cool and calm. She was a small girl so why not find protection in a strong nice man? As long as she doesnt kill me first.. Reminding the young man of his sister, Internally, he was freaking out. "Pretend to be strong, and you will be." Talking with his head turned and icey blues still tracking the ready-to-shoot-his-face girl. "Now if your going to be so territorial, I could just move my stuff to the other side of the lake. You could even take some of it as apologies." Smiling gently at the seemingly fierce girl. Though she hadnt shot him yet. Either poor aim or a good heart, he hoped that she relented before he would have to throw his favorite knife at her. Especially since she reminded him so much of Misi, the poor thing probobly with her head cut off or was eating someone right now.

All of his thinking on trying to persuade her or be secretive apparantly failed. Droppping his kind smile and arms as he turned around to grab his pack. Speaking over his shoulder while he double checked that all of his supplies where there. "I already know the worlds screwed up. I mean come on, yoir a girl thats quite ready and willing to shoot another human in the face. Now I wont say that it didnt cross my mind to sneak in and snatch any trinkets you may have, but that appears to be a fruitless venture. I have my limits, and Im not as crazy as everyone else out there, so, see ya. Tossing his full pack onto his right shoulder and holding onto its strap, he took a single step before pointing with an index finger to his left. "Now do I go this way to avoid getting shot in the face, pointing his left arm towards his right, the area behind the girl Or that way to not get shot in the face?".

He had quite the serious exspression on but his tone was playful. Though it might have been ruined by his grumbling stomach that rumbled soon after, and he tried to ignore it as she still pointed that damn bow at him. Could he not live for five seconds without someone trying to shoot him in the face? No longer really liking the girl, she would have to earn any trust from him from here on out. Also, by her tone and readiness for battle, he assumed that she would be his new stalker friend. So while he waited he thought up schematics for traps and snares to litter around the area. Not just for humans, he might even get a deer! 

Nodding at the information that filtered into his head, he was still thinking of schematics when she mentioned that walkers tend to come that way. Pulling up different plans for traps that actually would work on humans. Well wasn't that fine and dandy? She was using him as the exterminator so that she wouldn't get munched herself. Though as he came back from his thoughts, she had vanished. Casting his eyes about yet seeing nothing but hearing a slight rustle that vanished soon after. Now sure that he was alone again he started to hum that one tune again. Following the lake side as he went in the direction she had pointed, switching out his knife -which he put in its sheathe- for his crowbar that always hung off the side of his pack. Ready to bash in a few heads even though he didn't really want to. Thinking some more, maybe he could bash in their brains then line his camp boundaries with the intact but dead-dead bodies? That would most likely keep enemies and other humans at bay.

As he thought of this he was meandering along the edge. Not really working up a sweat or trying too hard to get over to the other side. Instead looking for muddy patches of land he could use. Spying two and nearly losing his shoe in one of them, he stopped once he was at the other side of the lake. Crowbar resting on his shoulder as his blue eyes watched for any walkers. Spying one far off in the distance, but he decided not to mess with it for now and instead rummaged for an MRE. He was hungry.

Not finding any MREs, Otmar had decided to lay a trap. All he had at the moment was a few ropes, some nails, his sisters bear, a blanket, some other odds and ends.. And hah! A water filter! Grabbing it proudly at his find days before to hear a scream coming from the direction of that walker. Oh, so he did have a new stalker friend. And she managed to find the only walker in the area. Grumbling, he shoved the thing back inside his pack before grabbing his knife and crowbar. One to stab it through the eye and hopefully reach brain, the other to bash squishy rotting skulls in. Reminding him of partially rotten pumpkins he would kick in on halloween. Honestly, his knife was only good for cutting rope and scaring humans off. It was remarkably fragile. Looking like a tiny sword that came with knuckles to punch someone with.

Trotting over at a good pace, the walker was apparantly right in front of the girl and lokked to be lunging at her form. Now that he was actually putting an effort into something, his tired muscles started to complain. Pushing past the slight pain and  swooping in like any good guy would.
Rearing back with his crowbar, aimed, and swung with all his might. Just like those pumpkins, brains sort of got on everything and Otmar sighed, regrettably feeling bad but just tired enough to not care at the moment. Watching it slump to the ground with a dented in skull while flicking off some of the gore. Looking down at the girl that looked to have fallen and either broke or twisted her arm. Either way it looked bad, and he offered a hand to her. His other holding both the knife and bloody crowbar while he glared at her. "I would have to say that your the best tracker ever. Getting a man and a walker for a 2 in one." Obviously being very sarcastic, she just had to interupt everything he was doing. Because just thinking of that clean water made him really thirsty and now hungry too. Ever heard of hangry? Slowly getting more pissed off because the universe wouldnt just let him drink some friggin water. Stomach lowly grumbling as he waited, wanting to punch it just so that it would be quiet. "You better hurry up and get going. Im hungry enough to eatcha like that walker nearly did." Hand still outstretched, back bent, legs braced. Either she grabbed on and pulled herself up with her good arm or he would lean over and pick her up. Her choice, he just wanted to send her on her way. 

Looking back at the dead, rotting, smelly thing, maybe he could take it back to camp? Not to eat, just to ward off any others that might smell him nearby.

Broken put out of his reverie, Otmar looked blankly at her face for a moment. What was he doing again? But then everything clicked back into its proper place and he remembered what had happened. Walker brain splosion, somehow injured girl.. Which was now standing after taking his hand and pulling herself up. "No, not really. As long as I dont get it in my mouth or eyes I should be fine." Now what if he had goggles or sunglasses and a surgical mask? Thats a good idea..Having dropped her hand earlier and was now standing there pretty awkwardly, his lowered eyes rose up to look at her as she mumbled.

Though soon enough she spoke, and he wandered off a step to his right in order to clean off his weapons. Smearing the stuff off on a leafy vine of some sort. "My names Otmar Lee Inka. Though my sister and friends called me Oat. Oh, and your welcome little stalker." Why else would she have come all the way over here when she had clearly been defending her camp? Sighing as he raised his crowbar. There was maybe a smudge of something there, but it wouldnt damage it. Tucking his knife into its "sheathe". Which was technically just a loop on his jeans that left his knife hanging in the air. Crowbar on his shoulder as he looked back to his pack off a bit in the distance. No scavengers? Good. 

The day was early sun still bright and high in the sky. Even in the suit of armor he was in Jason was still cool, for he had his helmet open, the visor raised and his cloth mask pulled down, so he could get a breather. He sighed and looked at his casted arm, it had been a few week since the break, his eyes filling with remorse as he pulled out the tactical knife that was attached to his left pectoral muscle, as it slid out of the holster a faint noise of metal clashing with metal echoed the wood, as well as branches snapping and a loud crash. He looked up and his visor came down, pulling up his cloth mask so no skin showed. "Great." He thought and cut the cast off with one fluid motion. It fell to the ground and he balled his right hand into a fist, his glacé cracking and tightening with the tension. It hurt but it was bearable, now it was time to investigate, Jason sprinted towards the ridge and pulled off his backpack and placed it on the ground as a support, he pulled out a wire and wrapped it around a few trees so if any walkers came up behind him he would hear them trip.

Jason pulled off the 50. Caliber rifle from the hatches on his back he set up and laid down, leaning his left cheek against the rifle, closing his right eye his visor popped up a bit so he could see through the scope. Jason clicked off the safety and viewed the area, there were two people moving around 300 yards below him, he looked around feeling the wind off to his right blowing towards the people he went back to the scope and put his finger on the trigger and just as he pulled the trigger the sounds of tons of crashing behind him caused him to jerk, sending the huge round down the woods to smack into a tree next to the girl shattering the tree and causing it to fall. Jason rolled over and saw twenty to thirty flesh eaters crawling towards him. He pulled out his 9mm and sent a volley of shots towards the horde as he stood up. There was no way out of this. Jason reloaded picked up the clip, attached his rifle back to his back, and slipped the bag over him. He took a step back and looked down the seventy foot drop then back at the horde. There was flesh eaters down there too, this was a cluster storm. Jason pulled out another hand gun and slipped off the ledge, sliding against the rocks he held up both guns and started firing at the flesh eaters below, dropping one....two..three.. Four until finally they were all on the ground.

Right before he hit the ground he put the pistols in his holsters and rolled when he reached the end of the drop. Jason knew the two would've heard the shots and come to look, so he climbed into a tree and camouflaged himself pulling out two combat knives just INCASE they did come.