<div class="floatright">(http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)<strong>Name:</strong> Noah<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dom's Bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Fight For Your Life<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sara, Twitch, Mika </div>Twitch had gone off the deep end this time, and Noah did not have the want or the patience to deal with him tweaking out with his gun against Sara's temple. Between Mika crying and Twitch being an unimaginable twacked out douche bag, Noah was starting to get a little bit salty. All he and Sara wanted to do was have a nice time alone before the raiders came back and fucked it all up. But no. That's not how it worked out after the apocalypse.<br/><br/>"Twitch..." Noah's voice was calm. He was usually calm under pressure. "Twitch!" But not this time. His voice took on a tone that said 'look at me'. And that's exactly what Twitch did. His cracked out eyes moved over to Noah's steely blue ones. His eyes were filled with anger, fear and something else he couldn't pin down. Noah made sure that Twitch held his eyes on him, not on Sara. Good, that's exactly what the young redhead wanted. Noah pushed Sara out of the way of the gun, knocking her onto her side and quickly his leg shot up, kicking the gun out of Twitch's grasp and into his own hand. The pistol was disassembled in seconds and thrown to the ground on either side of Noah.<br/><br/>"You've got no gun, and you sure as hell can't take me on, what the hell are you going to do Twitch?"