City of Dead (O/F!)

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[RulangoRedeamer]

Amarillo Del Bosque Verde

Living is easy...

...But thriving, that's another story.

xxxxxAmar chuckled a little, but it faded as she mentioned how she dropped hers too. He tapped the ground several times with the toe of his right boot as she talked on the radio. As she finished talking on the radio, as she turned white as paper and staggered slightly he took a quick step forward, to help her. But she caught herself before he did much more than that. Amar knelt down and took his back pack off again. He unzipped a pouch and pulled out a cantine half filled with water. He extended his arm, holding the cantine out to her. "You look dehydrated"

xxxxx'I wonder how he's going to get here. With all those zombies over there, he could get stuck there. Let's just hope he manages to get out before they lose interest.' He started thinking about many hypothetical situations. What if the zombies had already lost interest, and were headed for him and Reena right now? She couldn't fight, and the dog might get killed. The whole situation was really bad. If they were already on their way, they would be in serious trouble.

xxxxxKeeping his arm extended towards Reena, he turned his head to the building with the sign. He wondered what was in there. If he got the chance without endangering Reena, he'd check if there was anything in there, and if he could get Reena inside. The door looked like it had taken damaged, but apparently stayed on its hinges. Meaning, either zombies, or a crazy person tried to get in, but failed. Based on that assumption he could tell the door was being held there by something. Whether it was wood nailed to it and the wall, or some kind of metal bar in the handles. He looked up to the upper right of the building and noticed a broken window; which could lead to an entrance.

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[Lost_With_No_Name]

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X_Reena Downs_
XXXXXXXXXXXXX╝

"Behind my smile is everything you’ll never understand."

Lifting her head she looked up at Amar once more as he offered her his cantine, her eyes were tired and slightly unfocused as she looked to his face from the item he offered. "Thank you" she said taking the cantine from him and lifting it to her lips. The water wasn't cold but the small amount she drank would help, she hadn't been able to get any water since she had gained consciousness just a while ago. She didn't drink all of it however and handed the container back to him, noticing he was eyeing the building she'd come out of. "We have two choices" she began. "Inside on the 4th floor all the way up to the 7th its a safe haven, but the lower floors are covered in traps. I haven't managed to find all of them yet. I can show you the way up now or we can wait until any other survivors come our way, the only set back is once we've made it up the stairs I likely won't be able to come back to show the other man or others he may bring with him the way up. Nor will I be able to cover them from the 4th floor, accurately at least. I don't want to leave you to all the work to cover them and show them the way up, Tin" she looked to the dog who'd sat down next to her "Can help, but if you get hurt because I can't make it back down I won't be able to forgive myself" she said waiting to hear his answer.

[RulangoRedeamer]

Amarillo Del Bosque Verde

Living is easy...

...But thriving, that's another story.

xxxxxAmar pondered on the two options for a moment or two before noticing she was giving him the cantine back. He took it from her hands and screwed the lid back on before putting it in his backpack. Amar stood up and looked around again. Not seeing a single zombie was really bothering him. He didn't like it. At all.

xxxxxDespite what the little voice in the back of his head was screaming he made up his mind, and refused to change it. "I say we stay here a while. But at the first sign of zombies, we should head up. For safety reasons." He said to her. Amar put his right hand on the aluminum baseball bat. He couldn't get over the fact that there were no zombies. They were in a big town. Not all the zombies could be over there by the alarm. There would have to be some others roaming the streets, but where were they? Amar shrugged it of and pulled the aluminum baseball bat off of the clip. He sat down Indian style and the bat handle in his right hand. Just in case.

xxxxx

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[The Narcoleptic Sheep]

☻Damien "Krow" Foller

Jumping down a flight of broken stairs, Krow landed with a heavy thump, letting out a grunt as he did. Taking hold of the railing on the side, he leaned over. "Jesus.." he muttered as he stared down. He hadn't realized that he had covered so many floors. Looking at the sign on the wall, Krow read it aloud, "Floor 12..". Letting out an audible sigh, he leaned his back against the big 12. He was tired, hungry, and dehydrated. Last thing he remembered wrapping his mouth around was a warm bottle of water, and a opened package of Twinkies. Nothing but crap and sugar. He longed for something cold and nutritious.

Arching his back forwards, he took his left hand and grabbed the small pack. Pulled it as far as he could to his side. Opening it up, he looked at the items that he had thought were useful and picked up. "Walkie, flashlight, taser, stapler--" "A stapler? Why would I even think..." he groaned. Taking out the flashlight, and walkie, he stared at the two items in each hand. The flashlight felt like it had a little bit of extra weight to it, so in a half-assed state, he pressed the button. The light flicked on. Krow was surprised. Quickly turning it off, he unscrewed the top and stared at the batteries that resided in the hollowed out part. Popping them out onto his lap, he stared at the two double A's. His eyes then fell onto the walkie. Quickly he took off the battery cover on the back and stared at the empty space.

Krow was desperate, and soon he had forced the batteries from the flashlight into the walkie. Turning the dial passed "on" and halfway through the volume, he listened as the static escaped the speaker. Soon his finger fell on the transmit, and he spoke in a hoarse voice. "Hello?" Hoping to hear a reply, "My name is Krow...and.." he was hesitant, he didn't like asking for help, but if he didn't, he'd become zombie food. Dying was no problem for Krow, but to become another meal for those undead ******** didn't sit well with him. "And I really need help." His finger fell off, and he waited for a reply. Nothing. In another desperate attempt, he changed the channel and repeated his S.O.S, "Hello. Is anyone out there? My name is Krow and I'm in desperate need of help. Please, if anyone is out there, please say something." Krow waited ten minutes before changing the channel after each S.O.S, in the hopes someone would reply within that time limit.

[AveaRoseWolv]

кєи∂яα ∂αωи кєииιѕн
"ωιтнσυт му σиє αи∂ σиℓу ℓσνє..."




⇛ Kendra let the conversation swirl around her, not really interested in being a huge part of it at this point. She was just really happy to be alive. She leaned herself against a wall and watched as the others interacted and talked. She looked toward the ground, searching for something that could possibly be useful and if she found something she would pick it up and put it in her pack. She soon was walking around the little store and the stench of the Walkers was beginning to bother her. She finally picked one up by the back of their clothes and she began to drag them out of the door one by one until she had the main section of the store perfectly void of the dead undead, except for the one she happened to be dragging out to the street. That was when she heard her radio crackle and a voice came over, full of static as it was. She listened carefully and then she grabbed at the walkie on her shoulder. She pressed her thumb to the button and put her mouth to the microphone.

"Kendra here." She stated. "What's your position?" She asked, voice low, not exactly wanting the others to know she was talking to someone else, though she wasn't exactly sure why. She released the button and waited for an answer. She was standing in the open doorway, a dead undead beastie at her feet and she could hear the groans of more coming up the street. She hurried and dragged the last one out before she went ahead and closed the door. She clipped her radio back onto her back pack's strap before she started moving magazine racks and rolling candy and chip carts to block the main entrance. Once she was done she went over to sit on the counter beside Dani to survey her work. "We're spending the night here." She announced to her entire group, not caring if they wanted to or not. The sun was going into the late afternoon and it was quickly sinking into evening, they wouldn't have a choice. ⇚




"ι gσ ∂єєρєя αи∂ ∂єєρєя ιитσ му αвуѕѕ..."

мσσ∂: Delighted, Bored
ℓσ¢αтισи: Convenience Store
ωнσ'ѕ тнєяє؟: Dani, Anthony, Angelina, Riley, Ariadne
тняєα∂ѕ: Black hoodie with a Skillet tee underneath, jeans, black steel toed combat boots. Backpack containing an extra set of clothes, what little food she could find, water, ammunition, flashlight, flint, a hunting knife, and a journal with several pens.
тнємє ѕσиg؟: Hardly Obsession....




(( OoC::: --- ))

[The Narcoleptic Sheep]

☻Damien "Krow" Foller

Krow was just about to give up just when the faint sound of someone's voice managed it's way through the interference of the walkie. Quickly grabbing the device in both hands, and placing his ear closer he tried his best to decipher through the static. Cursing a few times at not really understanding what the person had said, he ran what he could hear through his head. "Dra here" and "Uts your sition". He had no idea what "Dra" would've been. Possibly the person's name? He didn't pay too much time on it, but he could tell what the other words were. "What's your position".

"My-my position?" Krow knew he was getting weak. His legs were getting tired from running, and his voice sounded as if he had just woken up. Fixating himself to a kneeling position, he slowly got back up. "I have no idea.." Krow didn't like not knowing where he was, and being in a giant rat trap of a staircase with no mirrors didn't help. All he knew was that he was in an office building.

"A-an office building..?" he started his way down some more steps, slowly leaning on the railing as he did. "I'll try to get outside..." he continued, "If I don't contact you in the next hour. I'm dead.." he tried to make his current situation a little better with some dark optimism. Finally letting go of the transmit button, he took the clip of the walkie and clipped it onto one of the belt loops on his jeans.

It didn't take him too long to get near the first floor, but he knew he'd have to start taking it slow, otherwise he'd risk losing all his strength. As he descended the final flight of stairs, he could hear the empty moaning of the dead outside. The sound made his spine shiver. Reaching the door that said, "1st Floor" he opened it, but only enough for him to peek what was out there. There were at least three zombies out there. Closing the door, Krow rested his head on the door frame. "Crap..." he muttered through a heavy sigh. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a case of shells. Opening it, he revealed to himself that he only had enough for at least six zombies. [******** crap.." he muttered once more, disappointed at how much of an ammo-waster he is.

Taking the shotgun off his back, he pulled the forestock back, tilted the gun and saw that he already had a shell loaded. "Okay, seven.." he chuckled. Loading 4 shells into the gun, he took in a heavy breath, opened the door, took aim, then fired.

Krow watched as the head of the first zombie fell apart. He then took aim at the second, and noticed that the third one was standing right behind his target. Moving in closer, Krow pumped the gun once more. The hollow sound of the shell hitting the ground at his feet was the only thing that kept him at peace before he took the shot. His first target fell to the ground, head missing-- as did the one behind it. Although it's head wasn't completely gone, it was enough to kill the damn thing. Finally letting his breath out, Krow finally took a good look at where he was. The lobby. Reaching for the walkie, he flicked it back on, and pressed the transmit button, speaking into it once more.

"Hello..? Are you still there?" although time didn't seem too important anymore, it did take him quite awhile to finally reach the first floor. At least fifteen to twenty minutes. Krow slowly walked through the lobby, which was ridden with dead bodies, and dried blood. Reaching the front desk, he reached over and pulled out a card, "Denman's and Robert's Lawfirm" "Well that explained the fancy rooms at the fourteenth floor.." Krow sighed leaning on the bloody desk. "To answer your question earlier, I-I'm at 'Denman's and Robert's Lawfirm', and might I add: for a office building, whoever decorated this place before the shitstorm knew how to please his employers.." Krow chuckled. He let go of the button and waited for a reply.

Turning over, Krow rested his elbows on the desk. He stared at the big glass doors that had been blocked up. His eyes ran up and down the entire lobby, and noticed no broken...well. Anything. No windows were broken. "Damn..." he shook his head, "People must have already been infected when they got here.." Krow sighed to himself, "And without that knowledge, these Sorry ******** trapped themselves in here." Letting out a soft whistle, Krow turned back around to face the inside of the desk. Taking off his pack and shotgun, he placed them on top of the desk, and waded his way through the dead bodies to get around to get to the chair behind the desk. Sitting down, he could still hear the squishing of blood in the spongy material of the seat. Didn't phase him though...

[[ OOC:: Now a post before I actually go to bed. mrgreen ]]

[RoyalKill]

I'm your dream, make you real
XI'm your eyes when you must steal
XXI'm your pain when you can't feel, sad but true
XXXxI'm your dream, mind astray
XXXI'm your eyes while you're away
XXI'm your pain while you repay
XYou know it's sad but true
sad but true
_______________________________________________『 Anthony Helmsly 』________________________________________⊱
❛There screams are a constant reminder❜___________ My stock;

☇

_____ the radio went off on his shoulder once again and it was the girl, she wanted help with something and so he moved over to the ledge with his rifle on it and picked it up. using the scope he scanned the streets, and all he could see was the dead here the dead there a flipped car, a car smash, in the other directions nothing else had changed. lifting the radio to his lips he held the button "the alarm is a few building off and its keeping a good distraction and til it stops we are fine which shouldnt be to long, the power is out and all, alarms need power" he lowered the gun and looked to the sky "but alas it is much to dangerous to be moving in the dark, even alone exspecially that i have no idea where i am" he let go of the button and looked to the toher group.

the women who had saved him hadnt said much at all to the group and then vanished downstairs, before going down he held the button in again "i suggest you get inside a building and lock yourself up, as soon as light comes ill set out for those things. be safe" he let go of the button but left it turned on so if they had trouble he would go out to help, he needed to he would no longer sit by and watch people die. going downstairs to find some food he saw kendra and another girl and she was blocking up the door, she then told them they will be staying the night. some people might find it bad that she was saying it that way but he smiled and nodded "i agree, its way to dangerous to be traveling at night" he walked over to a shelf which had a pack of chips on it, it seemed it had been ransacked alittle, but it was a rush job. most the places had been ransacked in the city which was no uncommon at all. looking the ships over, the sour cream and onion flavour and he nodded in aproval looking to kendra and the other girl "what is your plan for the morning?" he asked getting right to the task, he wouldnt ask about small storys about each person, it made it harder when they got hurt or bitten.
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[ O.ut O.f C.ondoms ] ≮ ≯

[Lost_With_No_Name]

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X_Reena Downs_
XXXXXXXXXXXXX╝

"Behind my smile is everything you’ll never understand."

She nodded and smiled faintly at him as he agreed to stay outside, even as the sky was growing darker. With the power grid out the streets were pitch black making travel dangerous, not impossible but dangerous. This worried her as she absentmindedly watched Amar unclip the baseball bat from his belt, he worry was not of him for the boy had made it this far in one piece and now had a safe place to stay for the night. Maybe longer. No she was worried about the man on the radio and anyone else that may have heard or was coming with him, chances of them traveling as darkness began to fall were slim. She wanted to hope he would be here soon, and with the supplies she'd asked for. Closing her eyes her mind wandered back to a time before everything happened, a time when people could walk the streets in safety with no fear of becoming a meal for the corpses that now hid around every corner. She began to drift, the line between where she was at the moment and where she wanted to be fading. The fever was taking hold of her again, and she began to forget what she was doing here.
Tin let out a low wine looking to Amar for a moment before looking to Reena who sat on the step slumped over into her knees that she'd folded her arms around. Tin stretched himself over the steps and began to lick Reena's ear, the dog was doing what he could to keep her from falling unconscious.
Feeling Tin's tongue on the side of her face Reena immediately sat up, everything piecing back together again just moments before she heard the boy's radio go off. Her brows furrowed in frustration, "Change of plans then" she mumbled slowly standing to her feet. "You heard the man, lets get inside.", she walked to the front door of the building and held it open, Tin immediately at her side "I need to clean my wound anyway" she tried to sound cheery but the fatigue came though clear as a bell.

((didn't want to just drag him up the stairs, you can write that part out if you wish))

[RulangoRedeamer]

Amarillo Del Bosque Verde

Living is easy...

...But thriving, that's another story.

xxxxxAmar watched as the sun seemed to yawn and slowly slip into a slumber, while the moon was beginning to wake. He watched the sun set and couldn't help but let a tear escape his eyes. He remember when the color in the sky was beautiful. Now, it was dreaded. He wiped the tear off of his face he looked at Reena. He was about to shake her, but the dog liked her ear first. Amar tapped his feet to the beat of a song he remembered as he listened to the radio that went off. He nodded. "Alright. Lead the way" He said aloud. 'Because I'd rather not because a minced meal' Though, that last part was not uttered aloud, it was quite true. He took a few steps forward and placed one hand on the door, to hold it open for her.

xxxxxAs Amar held the door open, even though it was only a short time, he began to reminisce. So many thoughts of his family and friends flooded through his head. A lot of good times, but too many bad ones to keep reminiscing. He closed his eyes for a moment and forced the memories to stop flowing. As he opened them again another tear escaped. He put the baseball bat on the clip and wiped the tear away with his free hand.

xxxxx

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[ExondraAngelofMusic]

Angelina

Angel Had been staring at the people. At the dog. At the swirl of commotion growing around here. It was strange. It was almost as if they were a normal group of people just chatting. Of course even she could not ignore the tension of the growing threat outside. It was impossible because life was no longer the normal they were used to. That life was all gone and she had to live with the calamity that the world now was. The planet full of death and despair. She sighed and lowered to blue eyes to the floor. She only liftedn them when drug into another room. The door was barracaded. She looked around feeling her breath quicken. no no no! She thought to herself looking around wide eyed. She did not like being trapped at all. She did not like the inclosure. However, she stayed silent still controlling her breathing. How she had survived so long was a mystery. She was rather reckless, and usually traveled in the open finding shelter only at night, somewhere safe, but where she knew she would not be cornered. She blew out some air in a sigh and relaxed once more staring around the room. Never would she have thought she would find herself here, among so many people. It was still all so strange to her. She almost felt as if she was dreaming and would soon wake up. Would she wake up? She had already given up hope that this whole infestation was a nightmare. Now she could only hope finding other lifeforms was not a good dream.

((Sorry I have not posted in awhile))

[AveaRoseWolv]

Candy and Formaldehyde

Please post. ;D

кєи∂яα ∂αωи кєииιѕн
"ωιтнσυт му σиє αи∂ σиℓу ℓσνє..."




⇛ Kendra smirked when the man spoke from over the radio. At least it was amusing and the feeling of amusement grew when he got through with the second transmission. When he was finished she picked up her walkie and pushed the button. She let out a small laugh and she checked Dani's leg wound over while she talked.

"You're funny." She began. "The law firm is five streets over and six blocks down from where we're at. If you go to the north when you leave through the main entrance you head down six blocks. When you reach the corner of the sixth block turn to your left heading west and then come down six streets. We're in the gas station with the green and white sign that's on the corner. To the south of us is an apartment building with an alarm blaring and the dead have it surrounded but they're loosing interest. When you get up here be careful." She wondered breifly if he got all of that because this wave length was known to be a little full of static sometimes. She released the transmit button and set the walkie down. She untied the tourniquet from Dani's leg and redressed the wound. She smiled up at the girl.

"You'll be good as new in no time." She said then she grabbed her walkie again. She pressed the button. "Please tell me you got all that." She then released the button and clipped the walkie at her shoulder and she put the string that acted as a make-shift tourniquet back into her bag. She stretched and noticed the sun sinking lower and lower and the daylight was starting to turn to night. "You better hurry." She muttered to no one in particular. ⇚




"ι gσ ∂єєρєя αи∂ ∂єєρєя ιитσ му αвуѕѕ..."

мσσ∂: Delighted, Bored, Amused
ℓσ¢αтισи: Convenience Store
ωнσ'ѕ тнєяє؟: Dani, Anthony, Angelina, Riley, Ariadne
тняєα∂ѕ: Black hoodie with a Skillet tee underneath, jeans, black steel toed combat boots. Backpack containing an extra set of clothes, what little food she could find, water, ammunition, flashlight, flint, a hunting knife, and a journal with several pens.
тнємє ѕσиg؟: Hardly Obsession....




(( OoC::: --- ))

[The Narcoleptic Sheep]

☻Damien "Krow" Foller

Krow chuckled at the comment, then listened carefully to her instructions, although it was tough to hear at times. While she spoke, Krow got off the seat, and checked his behind. The blood seeped through the spongy material and made it's way onto his pants, staining the dried blood that was already on it, but now it covered his entire backside. "Great.." he muttered. Ignoring it as best as he could, he picked up the walkie and started walking around the lobby. Walking up to one of the large windows, he stared outside. There was an entire group of zombies just walking around, bumping into each other, and just above them, past the rooftops, Krow could see that the sun was now beginning it's 12 hour rest.

After she was done talking, Krow lifted up the receiver to his mouth, just as she asked if he got everything she just said. Pushing the button, he spoke. "Yeah.." his attention wasn't totally on her, it was more on the twilight that slowly followed the residing sun. "Hey..I think I'm gonna try my best to get to you. Like before, if you don't hear me on this channel, or you don't see me in the next hour or so.. I'm dead." Walking quickly over to his stuff on the desk, he packed everything up and slung the shotgun over his shoulder. "By the way.." he spoke once more into the walke, "Name's Krow.." He then turned off the walkie to conserve the battery before she could even reply.

Clipping the walkie on his belt loop, he made sure the pack was tight and he then walked towards the door. "Stupidest idea ever--" he was stopped short by tripping over a dead body of a security guard. Cursing a few time, he picked himself up after searching the body. Fortunately the guard was carrying a pistol. Picking that up, he unloaded the clip to see if it any bullet. A full clip. Quickly searching the body once more, he luckily found another clip. "Must be my birthday.." he joked as he shoved the clip into his pocket.

Finally reaching the door, he examined the barricade. It was the most secure barricade he'd ever seen. It was like it had a million padlocks covering the damn thing. Not a single thing would budge. "s**t!" he exclaimed as he punched it. The barricade croaked with bending metal. The sound shot a shiver up Krow's spine, it sounded like one of the zombies as they died. Walking up to the window he was looking out of before, he peered outside. No more zombies, "They must have wondered over to that alarm she was talking about." And with that, he made his decision. He aimed at the glass, and pulled the trigger of the pistol. A crack appeared almost out of nowhere, sending a fissure throughout the entire surface. Stepping back, he fixed his bandanna on his face. Made sure his legs were ready for a run. And he propped up his hood. "Here we go.." he said trying to boost his confidence. And with that, he readied his shoulder, and charged through the glass.

[majoRgh0sT]

Miune Irving

Surrounded in Darkness

Covered in Light

At a department store on the 4th floor, Miune was looting the essentials that he could carry in a bag. He didn't find much because everything was either ransacked or diluted when he checked them with a flashlight."Tch..nothing on this floor but torn clothing and scrapped jewelry. Just one more floor and there should be a food court, with hopefully eatable food and drinkable water." He climbed up the stairs silently. It was about 2 to 3 flights of stairs from one floor to another, it was painfully boring and annoying. He reached the food court on the 5th floor and tried to get a better look at the place by shining his flashlight at possible fast food restaurants. Before he even got to see the available stores on the floor, he realized there were quite the number of dead people in the room, and he accidentally shined his flashlight on them.' Woops. ' He moved the flashlight away from their faces and just started towards any of the restaurants. He started at a ruined McDonalds in their kitchen. He didn't find any viable source of food, and there was a terrible smell coming from the meat locker.' Yeah, I'm not going in there. ' He left the kitchen and pointed his flashlight out to see if there is any zombies blocking the way. They were just barely grouped up walking towards him.

He jumped over the counter at McDonalds and made his way towards the next one, which was Hot Dog on a Stick. He went through the same process of searching the kitchen, but didn't find anything. He continued on to the next restaurant, and to the next, and the next, eventually he checked out all of them. He didn't find much at all, only a bottle of water and bread in a box.' At least its better than nothing. I better make my way down and get out of here before things start to heat up. ' He shined his flashlight on the group of zombies, who were now closing in on him. He ran the opposite way of them towards the stairs, back down the 4th, 3rd, 2nd floor, reaching the first. He stopped for a second to catch his breath from running down so many flights of stairs."I may be a damn good runner, but stairs are just painful!" he muttered to himself. He pulled himself together and ran out of the department store onto the streets, continuously running on the sidewalk past destroyed shops and stores, looking for a place to stay.

oOc( Drooping eyes, and a intro post that somehow doesn't seem right to me. Meh, drooping eyes comes first. )

[Lost_With_No_Name]

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X_Reena Downs_
XXXXXXXXXXXXX╝

Behind my smile is everything you’ll never understand.

Reena stood with the door open for a short moment watching as Amar followed behind her taking the weight of the door upon himself allowing her to walk though to the destroyed lobby.  She didnt say anything to him despite the fact shed spotted the shimmer of a tear in his eyes, Pay attention to where you tread she said softly, Im counting on you to remember where everything is, kay she looked behind her for a moment at him with a smile.  She could feel his pain, and in ways she understood the stress of it all.  Walking though the loby she watched her footing carefuly, Tin bounding ahead towards the hallway stopping a ways down to turn about and make sure they were following, and he waited for them there before he could bound off ahead again.  Reena seemed to limp more and more with every step however, and once they reached the door and opened it to the internal fire escape she stood and stared at the metal stairs.  They were much more intimidating from this vantage point.  Stepping inside the chamber she looked up, the stairs coiled squairly about with different doors on different levels.  Breathing in deeply she took the first step and began the climb towards the 4th floor.
After a struggle up the steps they finally arrived at a heavy metal door just like the rest with the number 4 painted upon it, but quite unlike the rest was the handle.  It had been replaced by a handle that had a coded lock pad, and was thankfully battery operated.  the code is 4901 she said as she punched in the code, a clicking followed and she twisted the handle pulling the door open.  Tin, check she said simply to the dog who immediatly obeyed the command and ran down the hallway sniffing the ground as he did so as he vanished around a corner.  She moved out of the way allowing Amar to enter and locked the door behind them, upon the inside were a number more of locks and each were secured.  The building clearly had been lived in but compared to most had been cleaned, every door that lead to their own little apartment units were opened, but there were no lights, no power.  Walking to the first she waved for Amar to follow There are beds all over the place, but Id say stay on the 4th floor, pick a unit if you will she grunted as she pulled the strap of her m16 over her head and off of her shoulder.  She procceeded to set down the rest of her weapons on a coffee table that had been moved near the door.  The last room on the left is where the storage is, not anything special but theres plenty of canned goods in there she leaned against a wall for support as she pulled her boots off, taking caution with the one upon her wounded leg.  Every tub, every sink, was filled with water before I arrived.  Whoever was here first had the bright idea.  Some were dirty though so I had no choice but to drain them.  I boil it in a large pan with an oversized lid and catch the run off, can never be to careful these days. she shrugged the heavy jacket from her shoulders leaving her now in a pair of shorts and cut off tank top.  Her skin had a shine of cold sweat to it even in the low light.  She was still breathing hard as if shed ran full force up the stairs, though shed taken her time, sorry she exhaled, her head was swimming again.  Wish I could be more help kid she needed to clean the wound and the bandage, but her legs were begining to shake under her weight.  The wall was the only thing keeping her up at the moment.

[The Narcoleptic Sheep]

☻Damien "Krow" Foller

After charging through the glass, Krow had ran through the woman's instructions in his head a thousands times, making sure that he wouldn't forget it. "North front door, six blocks." His legs simply followed the commands of his brain and would not stop running. Although Krow was parched, famished, and nearly damn dead, his heavy steps didn't falter once. Krow kept his head straight, eyes forward, carefully watching the streets ahead of him, making sure to take the safest route. "Six blocks, turn left, west." He quickly listed as he reached the sixth block. Slowing his run to a walk, Krow pressed up against a building, catching his breath. His body felt heavy, and his legs were shaking. Pulling down his bandanna, he took in a couple deep breath breaths. "Oh...god.." he muttered to himself through each breath. Resting his head on the wall behind him, he looked back down towards the way he just came, seeing a small group of zombies that had picked up his scent, and started following him.

Catching his last breath, Krow stood upright, stretched his legs, then flipped off the group that was following him. [********] he yelled towards them, then took off around the corner. Krow could hear the alarm, and the moaning. It echoed through the thick air. "Sounds like a ******** nightmare.." Krow's heavy steps soon brought him to a pileup of cars, and right in the middle was a flipped bus. Using this as an advantage point, Krow climbed up and over the cars, and stood on the side of the bus. He could see the sign the woman was talking about. "Thank god.." He was kind of happy for a few seconds, just before he realized that the sun was now barely visible. "I better hurry..!" he quickly thought, jumping down off the bus.

Krow came down landing into a roll, letting out a loud "Umph!" as he did. Sitting on his a**, he looked up. Standing there was a rather large zombie, the body seemed like it belonged to one of those strongmen he used to see on TV a bunch of times. You know, the ones that could pull 4 ton trucks, and weighed over 300 pounds of pure muscle. Krow's eyes grew wide, and the snarling beast lifted his heavy hands in the air. Quickly gathering himself together, Krow rolled off to the side, just before the beast's hands came crashing down where Krow's head used to be. With his remaining strength, Krow stood up. Not wanting to bring anymore attention to himself, Krow quickly threw the gun in his pack, then pulled out his knife. "C'mon b***h.. show me what you got" Krow had been hankering for a kill, either it be a real person, or a damn zombie b***h. Throwing the knife into the air, Krow caught it so that the blade was pointing towards the ground. This allowed him to either run past, or dodge, and stab as he did. Krow watched as the beast slowly turned to face him, and he immediately took note of this. "The damn thing is slower than the other ones." Krow grinned, and used this to his advantage.

Krow tightened the grip on his knife, and started running towards the zombie. Running to the left, Krow dodged under a quick swipe, stabbing the back of the beast, right in the middle. Leaving the knife in the back of the zombie, Krow zipped under the left arm, heading back to where he started. The zombie was groaning in pain, and started turning around, trying to see what was stuck in the back of the infection's vessel. Krow couldn't help but laugh at the sight, moving his feet to a stance where he could stand on his weak legs, and laugh at the same time. As he did this, he noticed a lead pipe that was on the ground. Picking it up, he quickly grew accustomed to the weight of the weapon, and brought his attention back to the beast. "Three...two..." he mumbled to himself, as he watched the beast's back come into view, "One!" he charged towards the zombie, and jumped. One foot landing on the shoulder, the other on his knife. And with both hands, he lifted the lead pipe above his head, and fall upon the beast of the giant. Krow wailed on the zombie, with each blow came a blood gurgling moan. Soon the zombie fell to the ground, but he wasn't dead. Standing on the back of the ragdoll, Krow kept on bashing the zombie's head in. Soon he could hear the sound of metal hitting concrete. He had turned the zombie head into jello. Standing there, breathing heavy, Krow leaned down, and picked up his knife. "Sorry babe, but I'm going to be late for an appointment-- but tonight was fun. Maybe again some other time.." Krow chuckled. Placing the knife back into it's holder, Krow took off towards the gas station.

Running up to the building, Krow noticed that some zombies had been wandering around the gas pumps. Pipe lead still in hand, he quickly disposed of them. Making sure the grounds were clear, Krow walked up to the door and knocked. Placing the pipe on the ground, he cupped his his bloody hands around his mouth, and placed them against the glass. "Hello!" He did this so that he could yell, but his yell would be directed only towards the glass. "Anyone there!" Dropping his hands, he picked up his pipe, and turned his back to the glass, so that he could watch if anything come from the back.