<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/FloydChester.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Floyd Chester (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gas Station<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, early evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Dianna Emerson and William D'Arcy<br/><br/>When the young man pulled up, Floyd whistled inwardly. This was more action than he'd seen in two days. He waddled over to the gas pump and began prepping it. He stuck the nozzle in her tank and began the pumping process.<br/><br/>He looked up as the man spoke to him and scrunched up his face, displaying quite clearly his toothlessness and beady eyes, trying to get a better look.<br/><br/>"Can't say I seen him or heard of him but there's some bustle in town about lots of dem outsiders showin up. More than usual, folks say," Floyd watched the pump carefully and stopped it abruptly at 7 gallons.