Thread: RP: The Walking Dead : Black Bird[ Horror_Show & 	randomname98766789]

With a strong, rich family history of serving in the military, it only felt natural for Chandler Washington to join the United States Army when he graduated high school. It had always been a goal of his, so it was a proud moment for everyone involved when he enlisted. Proud of himself, Chandler spent the last twelve years of his life fighting for his country. This was his intention pull his twenty years, retire from the military and collect his cash. Not even at forty, he had the potential to be set for life while doing a job less risky and a job that allowed him more freedom to stay with his family and friends. Unfortunately, that was no longer a possibility. The Sergeant Major had an important job when the infection started spreading. Every military resource was mobilized. Sergeant Major Washington was in charge of a large quadrant just outside of Atlanta. Everything ran smoothly for a couple weeks, but shit hit the fan when a group of rogue bandits attacked. The soldiers were overrun, and the entire fucking place was torn down and burned. Chandler barely escaped with his life, but he was far from unscathed. A bullet had struck him in his shoulder, nonlethal, but it hurt like a bitch. The emotional and psychological pain were great, too. The past two weeks had been hell because phone lines were down, and he was unable to keep his wife informed of new events. Now? He had no capability of telling her what happened. Not only would he have to travel the city and reach the Farm on foot, but he needed to survive on his own and hope that nothing had went to hell back home. It seemed like impossible odds, but one could be surprised what a man would and could do when it involved getting back to the woman he loves. So, for the next three weeks, Chandler fought with everything he had. From encountering other bandits and rogue survivors to surviving the undead, Chandler finally reached the farm. It was getting late and everything looked peaceful from afar. Hopefully, it was peaceful like he could see. He craved to have Maggie in his arms again, to feel her lips against his, to have her back in his life. It had been brutal without her, honestly. It was not a feeling he ever wanted to experience again. Besides, he had no idea if she was safe. Even worse, Chandler was unable to stick around and protect her like he wanted, but duty called. Never again would anything separate the pair, though. Someone would have to kill Chandler before he left her side again. It was that serious and he was that committed to finding her again. Pulling out a small, shining, silver key, Chandler unlocked the latch on the front gates, letting himself in. Honestly, Chandler looked like shit. Beyond the bloody shoulder wound that he self-remedied thankfully, it was a through and through wound, there were the typical bruises, bumps, marks, and other minor injures one would expect. The man even walked with a slight limp, mostly from exhaustion and partly from a recovering twisted ankle he gained after jumping from a fence when he was trapped in an alleyway back in Atlanta. Slowly, the tall, strong man made his way up the driveway. It was so good to feel a familiar sight again. Though he tried to remain optimistic, Chandler could not help thinking that he might never make it back. Yet, here he was. The young man was only seconds away from embracing his wife, of returning to her, and never leaving her again. At this point, Chandler was no longer wearing his uniform. He had found something simple jeans, a dark blue t-shirt mostly stained red with blood and dirt mixed in now, and combat boots. Back on the front porch, Beth was still clutching to her sister. It was at a time when Maggie was not looking towards the driveway, but Beth happened to look that way. Her blue eyes grew wide when she saw something of interest, something that Maggie might want to see herself. She was speechless. Poking her sister gently, Beth nodded her head. Maggie look is that Chandler? She asked, almost not believing it herself. Meanwhile, Chandler was getting closer, but his legs were giving out. About ten steps from the front set of stairs, Chandler finally collapsed down onto both knees. He was panting, he was in pain, and he had given everything he had. He just needed to take a rest and hope that someone could at least help him somewhat. Everything was drained now that he finally made it back safely and made it back in one piece.