Taciturn Faces
Whatever Rick had meant by "go meet everybody," had also clearly not been what the three Wisconsinites imagined.
The act of "meeting" had started as soon as they had gotten out of the car, and it consisted in a rushed calling of names for the blurry faces moving around them. Something about a dog, something with A, something like Len. No one could really tell. Following that, there was the quick explanation that they had to leave Atlanta right now, before the walkers found them, so shut up, go back in the car, no, not the back seat, can you fit in the trunk? There. Perfect. Then, in a second, they were back in front of the Vista Cruiser, Eric kissing it with his eyes full of tears, the dead walkers of a few minutes ago surrounded by buzzing flies, Shane and the Asian guy removing three pink suitcases, a long gray satchel, and a blue backpack from inside the old vehicle and into the white RV, so wait, ya sure that's everythin'? I said, is that everything? Yeah, yeah, that's fine, we are good; and they were off again, leaving the skyscrapers, the dirty streets, and empty buildings all behind them. Following the gray, infinite highway.
And that was all there was.
But at least they were alive, Jackie reminded herself as she sat in between Eric, Donna, and some luggage in the tiny rear compartment of Rick's yellow car.
Like everywhere in Atlanta, it was hot. And even though the car's side windows were completely open, letting a powerful breeze hit their faces and blow their hairs in every direction, the pungent smell of sweat and mud remained static in the air. To make it worse, the atmosphere inside the vehicle was painful, resembling a poorly-mixed concoction of fatigue, sadness, and unnecessary tension. But most of all, like Jackie was well aware of, it was boring. No. Boring was an euphemism. It was tedious and monotonous.
It had been a completely silent ride so far, with most of the sounds coming from the car's unsettled motor and the clashing of the wheels against the pavement. It was clear that all the individuals were too apathetic or anxious to talk. The woman with the horrible haircut, for example, was trying too hard to ignore the newcomers, evading their eyes like her life depended on it; like they were dangerous animals wanting to pray on her and the little girl next to her body, who she carefully guarded. The boy sitting in front of Eric, on the other hand, seemed to be in another dimension, his eyes untiringly following the yellow lines on the side of the road as if they were the most fascinating thing.
Jackie leaned backwards, resting her head against the dirty rear window. She had no clue of where they were going, who they were following, and, to start with, if anyone even had a plan. But the situation was too boring for her to concentrate in important things. Instead, she remained fixated on the horrible silence that surrounded her. It could be so easy to change it... But no. No one seemed physically able to put an old CD, or sing some field-trip song or something.
She sighed in confusion and exasperation, remade her ponytail since the wind seemed dedicated to mess it up, and found herself a kind of comfortable position between Donna's right shoulder, a pillow, and Eric's butt. Forget meeting people. Forget talking. A calm nap was definitely her best choice.
Her idea, however, quickly fell through.
"So..."
Her eyes jumped open in nanosecond when she heard a female voice pronounce those two letters and she shot up from her comfy place like it was 3 in the morning on Black Friday: excitedly. Everybody else aboard seemed to have had a similar reaction since a wave of wanting to shuffle a little suddenly appeared. The one who talked had been the woman in the passenger's seat, the skinny one. She was looking back at them with a dubious smile. "Shane told me you are from Wisconsin?"
The teenagers looked at each other. The rumbling of the motor continued.
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah..." started Eric, at first in a lost, and then in an overly casual, manner. He leaned forward to appear more engaged, but both girls could tell he was unsure of what to say next. "Point Place. Nice little town in the good old dairy state." He stopped, frowned, and then added: "Or was... At least before... you know..."
There was an uneasy pause.
Of course they knew.
"What are you kids doing in Atlanta then? So far away," asked the second woman, the one with the unfortunate haircut, also turning around to face them since she did not quite believe the statement. This time, Donna gave a low groan and closed her eyes like she was trying to remember a rehearsed answer.
"It was my idea... I was looking over my options for college. They offered me a good scholarship at Georgia Tech so I decided to check it out. By the time we got to the campus though, the dorms and the city were complete chaos. With the freaks all over the streets and people in total panic. We should have noticed before... I mean, so many were leaving, but..." She stopped, abandoning the thought. "And from then on... I don't really know. We did what we could."
The two women exchanged a saddened look.
They didn't dare to say more.
There was no asking about families or loved ones. No questions of their past. No words to trigger memories. What was the point, really? The answers couldn't be good.
And so the somber silence appeared again.
Jackie rolled her eyes and displayed her most miserable face. The talk had ended too soon.
She couldn't take this for much longer.
For that reason, she was relieved a few seconds later when she saw the first women change her expression to a happier one and open her mouth again. She definitely wasn't the only one sick of the quietness.
The first woman removed some of the hair the wind was so fervently blowing out of her face, and looked at the children, who had been silently siting in the backseat, with a mischievous smile.
"Also, a little bird told me someone had a question for Eric. Is that right?"
Both kids turned to face her immediately, suddenly blushing.
"Mom!" the boy complained in embarrassment. Next, he turned to the little girl and looked at her like she had committed the worst kind of betrayal "You told her?"
She looked down, her face pink.
"...Was an accident"
Rick laughed from the front of the car with enthusiasm.
"Well, ya know you can ask him now, Carl," he said playfully, diverting his gaze from the road and into the review mirror to check his son's embarrassed but cutely hilarious face. The boy looked out the window, as if that could stop everyone from staring at him.
"Uh...Am I missing something?" Eric questioned Donna in a whisper, all the way back in the trunk.
She shook her head, as baffled as he was.
"Not completely sure..."
Seeing that none of the kids were willing to reveal the question, and that no one else was putting enough pressure for them to disclose it, Jackie felt it was the right time to give them a rather impatient push.
"So, what is it?" she demanded loudly. The boy looked down.
"Aw, c'mon sweetie!" the first woman said with an encouraging smile "Eric is dying to hear it."
She gave the dorky teenager an imploring look, for what he added:
"...Yes? Uh, yes! Yes! Chad! I do!... want to know. Your question..." He made a confused pause "..Now? Please...?"
The boy gave a loud sigh and turned around, placing his elbows on the seats' back so that he was directly facing the older guy. He looked serious.
"It's Carl."
Eric smiled sheepishly. "Sorry,"
But even then, nothing was coming out the kid's mouth.
Gee...
"So?" Jackie sounded irritated. "The question?"
Donna gave her a look, but since she was as curious about the inquiry as her friend, she refrained from making a reproachful comment.
This time, Carl took a deep breath and changed his expression to an extremely determined one. For a second, the anticipation was such that it seemed palpable in the car's windy air.
Eric swallowed.
Carl separated his lips.
"Why are you covered in mud?"
Jackie rolled her eyes as the two mothers exploded in laughter from their seats. Carl's cheeks became even redder.
"Really?" Jackie collapsed on Donna's side, unimpressed "That's it?"
"It is a very intriguing question," pointed out Rick, his face showing a few carefree wrinkles because of his smile.
Jackie's eyes turned to look at Eric. His proud smirk was big enough to make some of his face-mud crumble. She gave an annoyed sigh. She new she was about to hear the same explanation for about the fiftieth time.
"Well, you see, Carl," started Eric, making sure he got the name right, in his best erudite tone "being covered in mud has many positive aspects. It prevents sunburns, it stops mosquitoes from biting you, and it also helps you regulate your body temperature a little bit more because it blocks direct sunlight, thus keeping you cooler in this weather."
"You look silly," stated Sophia in response, and Jackie couldn't control an obnoxious laugh from escaping her. She liked that girl.
Eric grimaced.
"Hey! It is extremely useful," he defended himself "I think it even confuses Neimoidians because they can't really smell you correctly... Once, I got really close to one an–"
"Neimoidians?" interrupted Carl, his face contorted with a confused expression. Eric nodded.
"Yeah. Neimoidians. You know, those creepy-looking, extremely greedy creatures from Star Wa...UHHH!" The still present confusion of the two kids had been enough to stop Eric from talking, to make him take a horrified gasp of air, and to convince him of checking his heart with his hand in case he was having palpitations. "Don't tell me you... You..." He stopped himself, making a gesture with his hand so that they would give him a minute to analyze the tragic nature of the situation, and then tried excruciatingly hard to utter his next words: "...You've ne– never seen Star Wars?"
He ended the sentence completely chocked up.
Both kids stared at him with blank expressions.
"No." They answered in unison after a few seconds, and Eric felt like fainting. A new wave of laughter filled the car.
"What kind of parents are you people?" cried Eric, still in shock. "Depriving your kids of the best film ever made in the history of the galaxy!"
"Don't believe him, kids," commented Donna with a smile. "It's not that good."
Eric hunched his back, hurt by the statement. "If Luke was here to see this..."
"Yeah, well, he isn't," finished Jackie. If there was something that she didn't need, it was another pointless conversation about Star Wars. Eric gave her a fulminating look. They heard Rick laughing again.
"But that mud seems to be really convenient, doesn't it?" He looked at the woman next to him jokingly "Maybe we should make Carl try it. For the sunburns."
"No way!" Protested the boy. "Looks stupid."
"Hey!"
"Sorry, Eric, it does..."
"About time you told him,"
"What? You too, Donna?"
In between Jackie's and Donna's giggles, the second woman went back to Eric, intrigued.
"Why did you think of using mud of all things?"
"Oh, I used it a lot last year when I was in Africa. The locals kind of told me that with my skin I wou–"
"Africa?" The little girl took the same position as Carl in complete amazement, her doll still pressed tightly under her forearm. "You went to Africa? With the lions? And rhinos? And tigers? "
"Uh...There are actually no tigers in Africa; but yes, I did go there" smiled Eric, enjoying the positive attention.
"Whoaa..." the two kids coincided, their eyes wide as plates. Donna rolled her eyes, but the grin on her face continued.
"Did you hear that, mom? Africa!" Carl shouted to the front. The first woman chuckled, and then sighed.
"It really is great. Probably got to see so much... The farthest we ever got from here was–" She chuckled again, but this time more to herself, like she had remembered something. She smiled. "...when we took our trip to the Grand Canyon with Carl."
The man next to her looked lost for a second. When the memory finally sank in, he gave out a soft, melancholic laugh.
"I don't remember that," intervened Carl, going back to his normal siting position and away from Eric. The little girl imitated him.
"No, you wouldn't. You were just a baby," the woman said, the rumbling noises of the motor making her voice hard to hear. "And besides we never made it past Fort Worth,"
"Nah, you got sick." continued Rick, and then laughed even harder "I never knew a baby could throw up so much,"
"Yuck."
"Yeah, yuck..." The fist woman smiled and placed her arm on top of the open window "But the doctor in Texas said you'd live. And we turned around, and drove home..."
There was a pause.
"...That sucks," Carl finally judged. The woman shook her head.
"No. It was a good trip." She patted Rick's leg.
"The best."
"Can we go see it?" the boy interfered again. "The Grand Canyon?"
"And Africa?" added the little girl, receiving a 'good idea' nod from Carl. The second woman chuckled.
"We'd like to..." he added, like he didn't know if the proposition had been convincing enough.
"Can we go?" insisted the girl.
"We'd never go without you and your mom," Rick replied quickly as the first woman twisted her arm back and stroked the girl's leg in reassurance.
"Can we go too?" pleaded Eric, for what he got a reproving look from Donna. He sighed, looking for pity. "For the sake of all that's good, Donna! It's the Grand Canyon!"
Rick smiled.
"We wouldn't leave you all either,"
"Again, you mean..." complained Jackie under her breath, softly enough so that she wouldn't be heard by her blond friend.
"That's a promise," the officer finished, and for a while, the silence materialized again inside the car.
OOOO
A strong arm shook her entire body, making her feel like she was caught in the middle of an earthquake. Yet, even with the intense tremble her extremities were feeling, Jackie's eyes opened with laziness.
"Ah...? Wha–" She yawned "...What's going on?"
Donna, whose face showed concern, placed her index finger in front of her lips, and shook her head.
"We stopped," she announced in a whisper.
Jackie removed the pillow from under her head and moved her body up, colliding with Eric on her way. She gave a low groan, pushed her fingertips on top of her eyelids in hopes of becoming more alert without ruining her make-up, and looked around her.
Through the front window, past the slow RV, she could see a graveyard. A car cemetery. A sight of car after car, and a semi in the middle, all completely abandoned, wrecked, and desolated. If it hadn't been for the rancid smell of the air flowing in from the outside, maybe the image wouldn't have felt so ominous. But that smell... Not a good sign.
She exchanged a worried look with Donna and, against all her instinctive reflexes, decided to abstain from saying anything.
They were barely moving now, their speed no more than 3 miles per hour.
They waited patiently until the RV started advancing once again, finding itself a path through that maze of vehicles. They followed it closely, paying careful attention to the empty cars around them. A blue car, a silver one, clothes scattered on the road. She couldn't help but to notice when a shiver ran through Eric's back. She followed his gaze only to find a gray face leaning out of the white car they were just passing, its eyes and mouth wide open, its vision covered by the tinted veil of death. And he wasn't the only one.
Jackie looked away from the car, terrified and disgusted.
"This is–" Donna uttered silently before her words got covered by a high-pitched, sudden explosion.
They looked up as a white cloud of vapor emerged from the vehicle in front of them, creating an iridescent glow when the sun's rays hit it.
The RV had ceased moving, stuck in between the side of the highway and a crappy beige car.
Rick grunted softly and turned off the car, finally silencing its hysteric motor. He opened the door and got out impatiently, the first woman following his actions. She ordered the kids and the unfortunate-haired woman to get out of the car with a quick sympathetic look, and opened the trunk door for them to step outside.
Jackie was the first one to jump out. And as soon as she did, she felt the sun and the heat slapping her skin like a bitchy cheerleader suffering an emotional breakdown, painfully and in the spur of the moment. She made an effort to stop herself from complaining about it, and followed the group closely until they were standing next to the Winnebago, were the rest of the non-freaks were discussing.
"I said it, didn't I say it?" the old man with the hat moved to the front of the white RV, inspecting it with a frown. "A thousand times: Dead in the water."
Shane walked to his side, rifle in hand.
"Problem, Dale?"
"Not if it's a small matter being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope of..." his cynical rant ended as he watched the group's redneck approach the open trunk of a close-by car and ransack it with ease. He gave a low sigh. "Okay, that was dumb..."
Jackie looked at Donna, who looked at Eric, who looked back at her. Their confusion was growing.
"Can find a radiator hose here..." exhaled Shane, looking around.
"Whole buncha stuff we can find," corrected the redneck as he continued to look through the foreign luggage. He reached for a pink backpack but discarded it rapidly, uninterested.
"Siphon more fuel from these cars, for a start" said the black man, getting the courage to move around the area a little more freely.
"Maybe some water?"
"Food?"
"This is a graveyard."
Rick's wife looked at them firmly, her voice tense.
Everybody else stopped to look at her for a second, letting their brains absorb her words. Some of them glanced around, doubtingly and ashamed. "I don't know how I feel about this..."
There was a pause, and the black man started to walk with more conviction to a near car, ignoring her thoughts.
"Alright, alright; here we go."
"C'mon y'all," complied Shane, making his way through some garbage on the floor. "Just look around. Gather what ya can,"
The group took a second before dispersing to the sides, all with the new task of finding supplies. Something Jackie was grateful for: She hadn't eaten anything since the day before, and that single meal had only consisted of three humid twix bars and a pair of half-rotten oranges Donna had found hanging from a tree. Of course, Jackie Burkhart, like any respectable lady, didn't steal, but if the situation required her to borrow a few animal crackers from a decaying body, there was no moral inconvenience she could think of that could stop her. Besides, her stomach felt like a hollow sort of cave. She had to do something about it.
The woman with blond hair and bags under her eyes had started moving to the car closest to them when Donna elbowed Jackie's side, her face holding an anxious smile.
"Time to make friends, huh?" she said. Jackie gulped.
"I don't know, Donna. Did you take a look at these people?"she asked, letting her tongue out of her mouth in a sign of distaste "They are so dirty, and scruffy, and... Oh, my god, do you think they have lice?"
Donna scowled at her. "Jackie, there are freakoids running around everywhere! Following the current trend is the least of priorities. And no! They don't have lice!"
"That's no excuse. Some of them already look like the freaks... I mean, look at that!" she pointed to the blond, baggy-eyed woman "If that's not the style of death, then I don't know what it is. She could blend in perfectly with the Neimoidians,"
Donna shrugged. "Maybe that's part of their plan?"
"Well, I'm not following that."
Donna rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Just be nice to people, okay? Do not get us kicked out," she warned.
"Yeah, yeah..."
The blonde looked around for Eric, who was having some trouble opening the side door of a red Ford located three cars away, and turned back to Jackie: "That's my cue," she said, pointing with her head at the struggling Eric. She waved her hand goodbye, and walked calmly to her boyfriend's side.
Jackie watched Donna leave, and pouted. Maybe having screamed at Shane that morning hadn't been such a great idea. Sure, they saved them from those freaks, but looking at the group in that moment, with their depressed, taciturn faces and their rough movements... She couldn't help but wonder if they really were as strong as she previously thought.
A crow started singing somewhere in the woods that contoured the highway.
The environment had somewhat relaxed now that everyone had something to do.
She walked slowly next to the RV, putting more focus into getting rid of the bugs around her than into finding a car where to snatch supplies. By the time she made it to the front of the vehicle, the Asian guy with the cap had trotted past her twice; the second and returning time with the addition of two colorful screwdrivers held tightly in his hand. He stopped a few steps away from her, facing the worried old man named Dale.
"Which one?" he asked, a little out of breath.
"The flat head."
Both Dale and the Asian guy jumped back when they heard her voice, as if she had emerged out of nowhere. She rose her eyebrows, undermining their reactions.
"It's the radiator, right?" she questioned, trying to remember the man's past words while making herself some space to see the origin of the vapor. Her mouth twisted at the sight. "The radiator's hose clamp is always a flat head."
A slow smile appeared on Dale's face.
"Well, look at that," he said, gladly surprised. "The pretty lady here knows about radiators,"
Jackie smiled with false modesty and batted her eyelashes, as if that gave another justification for the 'pretty' remark. The Asian guy seemed disappointed.
"And you are...?" started the boy.
"Jackie," she replied without paying him too much attention, and opened her hand in request for the screwdriver. The Asian guy gave it to her because of the firm order rather than because he thought it was a good idea. Next, she took a piece of cloth from between Dale's fingers, positioned it against the hose, feeling through it the extreme heat of the apparatus, and put the screwdriver in place. "Move back. It's gonna get hotter,"
She twisted the flat head, and a bigger cloud of vapor was released from inside the motor. She moved away, waiting for the vapor to escape completely, and wiped her sweaty face with the back of her hand. " This is the worst radiator hose I've ever seen." She pointed at the multiple layers of duck tape. "You better let it cool down before trying anything,"
Dale laughed as she returned the little dishcloth. "It had a hard life,"
"How? How did you know that?" The Asian guy rubbed the back of his head, his tone a mixture of astonishment and objection.
"Know what?"
"About the flat head, and the radiator hose, and all that?"
Jackie shrugged.
"You pick a few thing when holding a flashlight for Mr. Forman," she said as if that explained everything, leaving the Asian guy with an even more confused look. Dale patted the boy's back.
"I think you and Jackie should go find a replacement. Maybe you can teach Glenn something,"
The Asian and the girl looked at each other with weariness.
The crow started singing again.
He sighed.
"Great..."
OOOO
"We need some antifreeze first, and a hose that matches the leaky one, and some water for the mixture. Oh, and a bucket! Unless we can find more coolant,"
They crossed the median onto the opposite lane, where Shane stood around inspecting the area with his rifle ready. Glenn walked up to a white semi, propped its hood open, and examined it.
"Is it good?" he asked, making his companion some space. Jackie looked at the hose and pinched it gently, checking for holes and soft spots.
"Yep. Looks goods. And it matches," she confirmed. Glenn dove into it with the yellow screwdriver. "Do you think it'll have some antifreeze?"
"Should have..."
Jackie moved next to the side window, stood on the tips of her toes, and checked the vehicle's interior, covering the sun's light with her hand to prevent reflections. There were no bodies inside. There seemed to be no blood. Yay. She exhaled some air in relief and helped herself into it, opening the door with difficulty because of its height. The truck was not spacious, but it was terribly empty. Whatever had happen in that place, the owner had managed to leave his 18-wheeler behind fully loaded. Seeing nothing in the front area, she searched under the seats, even though her eyes were not so focused in finding the antifreeze, but in getting some food. She found neither; just a toothbrush laying on the floor and a green, wrinkly T-shirt. She went back out, empty-handed, just in time to hear Glenn laughing in delight and to see Shane showering under an open water container.
"Hey! Save me some!" yelled Glenn, smashing the screwdriver against the truck's hose clamp with a new found excitement. Shane faced them both with a wide smile.
"It's like being baptized, man!"
"Is all that water?"
"Hell yeah, it is! Come here Jackie, help me carry these back,"
"Uh, do I look like I can carry that? Uh-uh. Let Glenn do it,"
"I'm working on this,"
"Yeah, and I can do that too. Probably better. You're going to mess up the clamp if you keep wiggling your hand like that,"
"Look, if your really wan–"
"C'mon, Jackie. Just hold this there. Yeah. See? You got it,"
"No! Ow! Forget it. I can't do this."
"Sure ya can. Now go, go,"
"But my – "
"The more you complain, the longer you hold it,"
"Urgh! Where's Donna when I need her!"
"...Just take it to the RV, will ya?"
She groaned in response and turned around, the weight of the container pulling her shoulders down in a way they weren't supposed to. How in the world could they expect her to carry that bottle all the way through the median? Gee. She moved two steps towards the grassy part in between the roadways with shaky arms, the sun meddling into her eyes and ruining her vision. Her fingers struggled to get a steady grasp on the container, specially since Shane's watery hands had made its surface more slippery than necessary. That day was just getting better and better.
She turned ninety degrees, so that the sun would just hit her side, and looked up.
It was then that she saw her. A freak girl walking in the distance, her patchy red hair hanging inertly from her head. Her arms fell on her sides with no intent, her legs moving at an unsynchronized rhythm. Next to her, a freako salesman with a horrible blue tie. And next to him, another one, with a mailbag hanging from his shoulder. Behind him, one with a baseball cap. And then another one. And another one...
And another one.
And another.
And then four others. Ten others.
What?
Twelve.
Twenty-nine.
Thirty-six.
Eighty others.
She only realized she had dropped the container to the ground when she felt the water splashing against her legs. Her knees felt like jello.
"Oh my god..." A shock of panic shook her entire body, a cold sensation going up her spine. Suddenly, there was nothing else in her sight. Just her tunneled vision focusing on them.
Her lips were trebling.
"Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god... DONNAAA!" Her feet seemed stuck to the ground, incapable of retreating. There were too many, walking slowly to her, their noses leading them to her exact location. She could already imagine their bonny hands pulling her to them, their loose and dry tongues getting closer to her face. "DONNA, PLEASE! DONNAA! DONN–!"
She received the ground's calcining pavement with her arms wide open, the man on her back having tackled her down with a single motion. He was heavy, and she had bitten her tongue with the impact.
"Shut the fuck up!" Shane's whisper was a threat. "Just fucking shut the fuck up."
He grabbed her forcibly by the wrist and they stumbled, crouching, to the semi, the freaks' painful and suffocating moans becoming stronger with every of their steps. She was brought down to the floor's level by his hand and then pushed under the truck's long cargo compartment, the man following right after. He faced her, his black eyes set on hers.
"Now you look at me, okay? It's just me and you here, you hear me? The walkers will go right by,"
She noticed one of his hands covering her mouth, where the salty and metallic taste of the blood gushing from her tongue filled every corner.
Jackie gave out a soft cry. Shane clicked his tongue, muting her.
"Look at me. Alright? Just look at me... Look at me! We're gonna be just fine."
She closed her eyes in agony and took a deep breath. She could hear them, every groan and whine they gave. They were getting louder. And then there were steps. People walking right next to her ear. The uncoordinated march of the freaks passing beside her body, stepping on the yellow corner of her dress, with the smell of their decomposing bodies leaving a track of putrid gas. Shane pushed her body against his so that they were laying exactly under the trailer. One noise, and they'd be found. One noise, and they'd be dead.
Her eyes shot open when her stomach began growling in pain. Shane mouthed a desperate "Fuck."
It was hell.
It really was.
Alright, second chapter! It has a bit more information than the first one, and it might seem a bit slower, but it is completely necessary. Besides, I'm discovering that it's fun changing certain parts of the story while maintaining others... It makes me think of all the possibilities! :O Of course, with three more people added to the group, this story will increasingly become less similar to the actual TWD storyline... But I have so many ideas I want to try, I'm glad I get to change things a bit! :)
And yes! The story will be a Jackie/Daryl, even though it may not seem like it for now... I just don't want to rush anything.
Also, thank you SuperNeos2 and ThePowerPanda for your support! I really appreciate it! :)