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tab It wasn't long before "it" spread. Whatever once was human in a person could be dumped into an empty vessel and replaced by a ludicrous monstrosity. That is the type of day and age that had been established, starting in Seattle, Washington, and quickly spreading country wide. Communications buildings were abandoned, thus creating a barrier between the possible extraction of knowledge that the virus contained, and if it had spread across seas. Only time will determine the real severity of what had spread from an unknown origin.


tab Destruction was fresh. The once occupied streets of several major cities across the country now vacant, polluted with dust, fire and debris. Floods had spread under the neglect sewage and dam maintenance had endured. In between environmental demolition and havoc, there were no signs of life. Death had not littered the streets with corpses of men and women. The virus had ravaged the minds of those who caused it, and still ran freely like mall looters. They fed on the untainted meat of the living as a source of food. Their mindless, ravenous behaviour prompted a long apocalypse. Within weeks, our home was turned into a no man's land.


tab With those who survived, the government had established safe havens in the form of bunkers, elevated structures, and military fortresses. It was the only ideal resort left for those who wished to remain out of contact with the infection; some thought otherwise and remained in the open to seek out their families, rescue those in danger, or even to satisfy their blood thirst, or sought answers to questions that had sprung upon the outbreak. No one regulated each other's choices. Humanity was at it's early stage of an imminent extinction. Several safe havens had grown unsafe with outbreaks within the structure, food supplies running low, lack of cooperation amidst the survivors. The government tightened their rule over each safe haven, turning people away and limiting their population. No haven was entirely safe and the offered hospitality could very well be stripped from you with no choice. June, 2016 had forged a new timeline for humanity's survivors. Unity was needed, more than ever.

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07.29.2016: Our Survivors are scoping out a hotel. It could be a place to hide for a few days while they gather supplies. It is about 7 o'clock at night time. The stars are starting to emerge, even though the sky is not darkened yet. It is about seventy-seven degrees, and there is a slight chill in the air that is present when the soft wind blows.

Conditions aren't dire, but it should be taken with the topmost urgency to find more supplies. A hotel may not be the most ideal place to find supplies but a zombie Apocalypse, but hey, it might be a good place to hide. It is yet to be determined if the Undead are lurking within the corridors of the hotel.

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Greetings. I am Username Here, but you can call me Nickname. I am interested in "We Who Live", and would like to join as a brief description of character here (gender, traits, general idea) Here is a link to my samples. I operate on Time Zone. I can post please list here how often you can post and how often you are on.

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Weapons Information: A Thread With Possible Weapons
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Beckett's facial expression had shown a mild sense of shock as he nearly succumbed to the infection. He offered Raleigh a subtle nod as she reassured his security. I can't focus like this.. He began to ponder over his own personal issue amidst a time of essential focus. I am going to get so sh!tfaced to the point I won't even recognize these.. monsters as actual monsters anymore.. Or mistake one of my comrades for a monster, rather--.. Jesus. I hate migraines. His forehead contorted with wrinkles as his brows arched high above his eyes, his head lowering as he rubbed a sleeve across his forehead, the accumulated sweat drying off with the quick wipe. "Alright, uh--.." He was almost embarrassed. He was ashamed of being called a leader. The least he could do is make sure his team survives. Then again, he was dishonorably discharged from his life. Just as he reached for the flask at his belt, he paused in between to acknowledge Raleigh, his heavy eyes fluttering as his hand fell limp. "Make sure you conserve your ammo and go for close quarters combat. A heavy bash to the head or--.." He'd watch Marcus submerge the blade into the hole splitted skull as he watched the red blood sprinkle from the side. ".. Get yourself accustomed to doing that." He sighed heavily as his posture grew erect, his gear rustling on his clothing as he departed from the room.

His half-gloved hand came down on his scalp as he scanned his face vigorously with it, the short strands on the bangs of his hair hanging down his forehead in an unkempt fashion. This was the look his state most accurately depicted. Out of habit, his hand came down to the flask on his belt. With sharp movement, he distracted the hand's presence ever lingering there as he quickly threw it over the back of his head, and back to his gun. "Right--.. Let's split ourselves up. I feel like Raleigh and I have the essential firepower as a duo, so we'll keep clearing out this hotel to avoid any more possible ambushes with the--.. dead. Tommy, Marcus and Vera, you'll all take yourselves down in the kitchen area and see if you find anything leading to a storage basement where we might find food--.. I'm sure you all are starving--.. So.. Let's get to it." He provided everyone a hardened stare as sweat beads began to roll down his cheeks, his eyes noteably heavy as he exchanged looks with his comrades. He waited for the trio to disperse before beginning his indoor patrol of the building with his desired partner. His head hung low as his gaze was cast to his feet, a heavy gulp squeezing down his throat as he scoffed to himself. "Give me a moment." He backpedaled into the room where they had previously encountered the undead. Nearing the window, his posture grew weak and hunched as he hurled vomit down and onto the street, his hand clamping over the opening. He concealed the sound of his vomiting the best he could to avoid possible questions from his comrades. Spitting what had formed in his mouth, he retained his ability to stand straight as his rifle had been collected in a proper position. A couple of minutes had passed between the time he excused himself before coming back to face Raleigh once more. "I would be more comfortable if you took point." He spoke to her without hesitation, regardless of it hurting his man ego to allow a woman to temporarily step in. With that being said, his head nodded in direction. An emergency staircase was located down the hall.

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The heavy air entered into the nostrils of the young woman trailing slowly within the group of the rugged individuals. In some sort of way, they had all come to together with that very label being a common factor between them; outcast. Her legs swung, causing her black combat boots to crush the dirt under the worn out bottoms of the shoes. The sound of stray pebbles crackled under her cautious steps. The days had grown to be so quiet, that the sensation of walking on the Earth seemed to echo within her ear, tapping against her ear drums.

The breeze whipped about gently, what would have once been considered something that was well welcomed, it now served as something so ghastly that it caused the hairs on her neck to stand on end. The sound of the wind whistled in between abandoned buildings and forgotten terrain. The abandoned town served as perfect representation of the Hell she had become well acquainted with. The very idea of a populated town transformed into the remnants of a forgotten dream; "The American Dream".

Her jaw tightened as the company came to a halt. Her long spider-like finger tips wrapped around the Varimenter K1-V-BBZ she held within her palms. The grasp she had on the gun was once for desperation, the feel of the weapon was foreign to her. Funny how innocence dies when the world runs astray. The grip was now a natural habit, her fingers twitched now and then in restlessness. Her mind had snapped due to the current turn of events. She was programmed to always be prepared to kill, it was instinct now. Hunt or be hunted.

Her attention shifted away from her thoughts as she examined the decaying building that stood in front of them. Her teeth began to gnaw away at her chapped lips as she awaited instruction. Her brown iris' began to scan the sight of the poor soul that was impaled. This only made her stomach churn for a brief moment. Desensitized. God, help me be desensitized. They resumed into the first part of the building, before the lobby. The image of the impaled gentleman fresh on her mind, she swallowed the sensation of nausea away as she switched her gaze to Marcus and Vera.

Vera was a chemist. She probably had more "book smarts" than the rest of them. Given, Raleigh had been in medical school for years, but Vera seemed as if she had once taken her studies seriously. She had an elegance to her that still managed to remain intact. The world hadn't torn that away from her, at least not yet. Raleigh examined the defined features on the young woman's face. What was hidden beneath the surface of Vera?

Marcus? Well, Marcus was a mystery. Logically, Raleigh did not know this man on a personal level. He was the sort of individual that kept mostly to himself. Secrecy? Maybe. Then again, who did not have secrets? Everyone in the group had something they did not want to disclose to the company. Of course, Raleigh's instincts had told her other wise that there was something sinister to Marcus. Time is too valuable right now to toss about accusations.

The mere sound of her name, which sounded more like a demand than a request for her presence jolted her attention. Her neck tilted as her face rolled up into the direction of the man that was their leader. Her eyebrows raised slowly as she examining his motions. Her body lurched forward in a haunch as she ran to him, her gun now in the ready position. Her lips parted to continue the order he had issued the group prior to his demand for her assistance, "Shouldn't we have one group check the upper floors and another check the lower floors, Boss?" Her fingers twitched once again, as she realized Beckett was too preoccupied to address her question.

Her torso twisted to the rest of her comrades. She slowly raised the barrel of her gun to the side of her forehead, creating a saluting gesture to them before she followed Beckett into the hotel. Breach. With much stealth, Raleigh dashed to the left, her body crouching down by a marble pillar, her back resting against it. She remained there for a moment, throwing her head around the pillar to check the area surrounding her. Her eyes traveled until she examined Beckett taking a drink.

A single brow darted up as she noticed a flask to his mouth, seriously? A water break . . . right now? Her tongue ran over the top row of her teeth as she watched him for a moment. Even a small gesture like taking a drink would require Beckett to let her guard down for one moment. Never let your guard down. The phrase ran through her mind dozens of times, until the thought process was shattered by the gray hand clutching onto Beckett.

"Damn it." She hissed between clenched teeth, her palms pushing her away from the pillar as she glided on the tiled floor. Her focus pinning onto the thing that had taken told of her comrade. She pressed her lips into a circle, as her tongue pushed to her teeth. The sound of a whistle escaped her lips, as she swung the butt of her gun into a pillar, causing a loud banging sound that echoed through the lobby.

For a split moment it worked, the cloudy eyes of the being looked to her. A gurgling sound shooting from it throat as it extended a free hand to her. Raleigh was only a foot or two away from the creature, as she used her free hand to grab Beckett's arm and used her leg to kick the thing away with powerful force. As the creature stumbled, Raleigh slid in between the space that distanced the man from the decaying woman.

Raleigh's fingers wrapped around the barrel of her sun, as she swung the butt of the rifle into the skull of the monster that had wanted to devour them. It snarled and growled at the young woman as it regained it's balance, it's hands extended to reach for Raleigh. "Ugly little thing." Raleigh muttered, her legs spreading in a stance, as she placed the gun into position, one of her eyes closing as she aimed to the skull, "Salut." She squeezed the trigger slowly, and the gun blasted away into the skull of the undead.

The body crumpled as it fell to the ground, the corpse releasing a foul smell which caused Raleigh to cover her nose and mouth with the sleeve of her jacket. "You alright?" She waited for a response, until she heard various thumbing noises throughout the building. She hesitated as she motioned behind her. "I am going to grab the others, this could be a horde waiting to happen and we don't want them out there."

Her feet back wheeled for a moment as she stepped to the double doors, throwing them open as she wiped stray blood way from her face. "This lobby is clear, but there could be many more. We already blasted one to Hell already." She propped the door open with a piece of rubble. "The last one in needs to move that s**t so the door can shut, yeah?" Her mouth twisted into a smile, as she continued to wipe the red stains away from her pale skin.

She stepped back into the lobby, pointing the barrel of her rifle at the corpse, "Hey, Marcus, grab something heavy and drop it on this skull. Better safe than sorry, and when overkill is concerned, you are the man to go to." She leaned against the remains of a desk, her finger tips running over a phone as she looked around the torn apart room, "Should we split up?"

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▌location ⋄ abandoned hotelxxx ▌with ⋄ the group


A hotel. A ******** hotel. Marcus couldn't believe they had decided to stop at a place that was once used for 'luxury' to those who could afford it. This place had seen better days obviously, with broken glass and the dark brown stains sprayed across the ground but the smell of this place immediately started to bloom Marc's hidden urge again - just the scent of decaying made him shiver. But not in disgust. Never in disgust. Dried lips thinned slowly as they stopped, mr. military man throwing out signs that barely went noticed in the eyes of Marc mainly for the fact that type of man would have been the person in his past that he would have hated the most in a group like this but in this sense they all had their little 'secrets'. Marc forced his body to stand straight while a hand trailed to his side where just one of his babies had been - a cold steel SRK with a six inch blade. A machete had been attached across his back and a few others knives were hidden along his body but he only ever carried one gun. 'let's hope i don't have to use it,' Marc had pulled the gun out, making sure the safety was on and checking for the bullet in the chamber before tucking it back into it's holster that was up near the machete.

If he could avoid making such loud annoying sounds then he would be better off. Bullets weren't expendable unless you knew how to make them - they would run out sooner or later. All he needed to do was sharpen his babies. Snapping from his own mind, Marc listened to Beckett and how they were going to clear the building but something was almost uninteresting about the way he did things when it came to scoping out places like this. His tongue darted from his mouth for a moment before circling his lips to wet them just slightly while his fingers twitched around the fixed blades handle while he spoke up for a short moment. "If Vera isn't scared, we'll check the other half. If you two aren't back when we're done, I'll go upstairs." he had indeed hoped the bottom floor wouldn't take long so he could get himself up those steps into a territory where more of those bodies were just waiting for a new wound. Couldn't he just play with one for a little bit? Some of them were stupid.

His eyes watched Raleigh for a few good moments as she saluted before slipping off into the hotel with their self proclaimed leader. His look shifted towards Vera while his jaw twitched for a moment in thought. Of course he was left with her. Someone who wanted to cure this gift. Someone who wanted to ruin all of his run and in the end send him back to prison where he would spend his time rotting away like the corpses that walked the ruins of the world. He waited at first, listening to the slight shuffling of his comrades in the lobby of this place but the sound of a bang had all but gained his attention towards the door they had disappeared into but the bang was soon met with with flesh meeting a solid object. Just the sound of a crack made his shoulders tense before rolling, the pure want to be in there getting part of this action was enough to make someone lose themselves. As what sounded like Raleigh's gun went off, his body almost lurched forward for a short moment before the door's opened up and she herself was standing there with speckled dark blood strewn across her cheeks.

Once the door was open and the words that the lobby was clear, he shifted forward with a few harsh steps before his eyes landed on the corpse they had taken care of already but it had only been one. At that moment, everyone else around him was in slow motion as his legs walked him over to the decayed woman who was good and dead for the second time in her life. Crouching down, Marc rested his wrists against his knees while his knife moved between his fingers slowly before he glanced back towards Raleigh. "I'd count blasting her with that gun as overkill. But if you're so concerned," he kept his eyes on her as the knife spun into his palm before slamming it down into what was left of the skull of the corpse - giving a few good twists before pulling it free from the crunching bone and wiping down the steel with the woman's torn rag's of clothing. This time he looked away and stood slowly as he inspected the knife for a short moment, though his thoughts reeled with the sounds of gurgling and groans from above and around them.

"You already know I don't care if we split up," his tone had almost been flat while his eyes swept the room in a quick manner, in hopes they'd at least see one of those bodies stumble through a doorway with sheer hunger. He swallowed thickly while forcing down the urge that could easily lead him to be ousted from a group like this. "If we split into groups, whoever goes with me better not slow me down." he growled to himself before turning himself to face the group. This itch was getting harder to keep suppressed but for some reason... it didn't worry him.

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"i'll wait here, you're ｃｒａｚｙ,

those ｖｉｃｉｏｕｓ streets are filled with strays..."


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The smell hit her before her eyes fully grasped the looming nature of the remnants of the hotel that stood before them. The smell was one that couldn't be escaped unless one was clear of a city, but it seemed more prominent now with the image that came with it. Dusted brown stains littered the concrete of the ground and the area of wall around the entrance. It looked old, smelled old, and was littered with broken glass in every direction.

Vera was indeed horrified, but it would never outweigh her intrigue. Everything about the place screamed samples, clues, experiences and findings worth jotting down in her notebook. However, she stifled the desire to start scouring every inch for dried bits of person she could scrape from anywhere and examine with what little tools she had. The breeze blew in a bit of fresh air, moving the ends of hair free from her high ponytail away from her shoulders.

She adjusted her small backpack, positive that now was not the time to put her nose to the grotesque and revel in the sciences. She looked to the others, whom of which seemed out of place in their own right. Beckett had started to go on about their plan of entry in his usual militarized behavior. As usual, Vera had no disagreements, but was slightly adverse to the idea of splitting up. She found the logic sound in "safety in numbers".

Marcus had mentioned her in an off-hand statement to which she rolled her eyes. Her hand fluttered to the only gun she'd ever carry, a measly subcompact .40 cal, toying with the flap on the holster. The belt itself was massive, and had been brutally modified with the flaying knife strapped to the other side. However defensive she wanted to be she simply looked away, a small smile on her face. "Not too scared just yet, Marcus." Even so, as Beckett and Raleigh took their leave, she was left with an uneasy feeling that settled deep at the bottom of her chest.

She began to snoop, scouting the area with inexperience, but paying mind to corners as well as her partner. She could feel his eyes on her for a moment, and she found she would have rather gone off on her own than be partnered up. The idea of being stuck with someone who may depend on her in a life or death situation drove her insane, but she would stick through it and do her best to tend to them.

Gunshot went off, startling the smaller of the two to the point of a jump. Hand pressed to her gun, she watched the doors open as Raleigh appeared moments later, speckled in aged blood. It took everything Vera had not to swing her backpack over and q-tip the liquid from the other woman's face. The lobby was deemed clear, and it was left to Marcus to make sure the dead were indeed... dead.

Vera could no longer contain it.

She stripped her little pack from her shoulders, leaning over the corpse and jotting notes, making sure to use her best guess as to how long it had been dead, the state in which it seemed to be before being brutally taken care of her group, and other things that she found relevant. Her pencil slipped as she became aware of the roused noises from above. Fumbling, she shuffled around for a small q-tip and what was left of her empty vials before taking a sample from the open wound on the dead woman's face. She began to pile everything back into her pack in their respective locations. Even in a world as chaotic as this one had become, Vera took solace in the organization she had worked so hard to instill in her everyday activities and personal items.

The suggestion to split up rose once again, leaving Vera to sigh as she strapped the pack back to her body, snapping the clasps to the front of her chest. Sure, it was dangerous to keep it that secure to her body, but she found that what remained in her backpack was what remained of her. If it went, so would she.

"I'm not adverse to splitting." She lied artfully. "However, I can't guarantee that I won't slow anyone down." She motioned to her backpack before giving Marcus a careful stare.

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ᴛʜᴇ sounds of boots and sneakers crunching against gravel, twigs, dead leaves and bones were loud in the quiet autumn night. It was autumn, right? The last time Tommy had looked at a calendar was months ago, and it felt like years. He trailed behind the group of survivors-- they were Beckett, Raleigh, Vera and Marcus --as they walked the path to the jilted hotel. Snooze Like Home, it was called. He didn't know any of them too well; he'd joined with them just months ago, too. Maybe. A breeze ruffled his teeshirt and shorts. It was cool and would have been nice if not for the hard stench that it carried, the stench of death and rot. The sky was pale, washed over. He could see stars but they didn't give him any comfort.

The Snooze Like Home hotel looked like it could have once been the talk of the town. Big, old-fashioned and proud, someplace his parents would have liked to spend a couple of nights. He imagined quiet piano music floating through the red and brown lobby and ornamental wooden railings on the staircase. Framed paintings, old and boring, decorating the walls. Someone to say, "Would you like me to take your bags?" Now it hunched sadly in the dusk, beaten by the disease almost as much as the people that used to stay inside of it. He faltered at the sight of a limp figure dangling over the edge of a second-story window. Strong brows knitted and he lowered his gaze. The ones that didn't die from infection were the worst, to him. They didn't turn to potential predators, enemies to watch out for. They were victims from beginning to end. After a second he continued on.

While the others cradled guns, Tommy feathered a hand over a makeshift holster at his hip. Inside sat a steel crowbar, a little rusted but otherwise in fine condition. If he played his cards right he wouldn't have to replace it for some time. (He did eventually want to get his hands on a titanium one, though-- it would be lighter and a lot more durable.) And if he really played his cards right, he would never have to trade it in for any type of gun, ever. Nuh uh. No. No guns, no deafening CRACKS, no trigger-pulling, no bullet holes. Not from him. He could fend off brain-eaters and the odd wild animal just fine with strength and a good swing. He wouldn't cross over into that level of violence.

He was silent as they waited for Beckett to open the main entrance door. Then, after his second step inside, he couldn't help but release a quiet groan in disgust at the smell. Blood, both kinds, was fresh. And it looked like strays or feral animals had made a home in here. Possibly they were still here. He turned away, waiting for a moment to adjust to it all, and when he felt as adjusted as he would ever be, he kept on. Beckett was briefing them on escape routes and overall safety. Tommy listened intently, like he always did when he spoke. He was the guy in charge; their leader. If he didn't agree with one hundred percent of everything he said, he trusted that he knew what was best for the group. He looked up to him. Admired him, even. It was likely noticeable from the eagerness with which he responded to his authority.

There was a nod now, a confident jerk that just barely shifted the football helmet over his head. He no doubt looked pretty stupid, walking around in that thing sans the rest of his gear, but he'd learned a while back that it worked remarkably well against threats of the undead. Plus, it held too much sentimental value to get rid of. Raleigh said something about maybe not splitting up, but she either went unheard or was ignored and instead was requested to join Beckett's side. So that left himself, Vera and Marcus.

He pulled another face at the last name.

He didn't like Marcus. Never did, since the moment he joined up with the group. Something about him just gave Tommy all types of bad vibes. The way he seemed to take this whole... situation was off. In that sense, maybe the way Vera did was off, too, with her obsession and all-- but hers made sense because she was trying to fix it. Tommy had incredible respect for her and Raleigh for what they set out to do. But that was the thing; they had a plan. He had no clue what went on in Marcus's head when they fought those things. And he hated watching him kill them.

The youth may as well not have been there, he was so quiet. Even as Marcus and Vera exchanged a few impersonal words he said nothing. It was unlike him, this silence, but a lot of things about him lately were unlike him. A lot of change happened. Sometimes, Tommy became scared that he would someday see himself as a stranger, another soul in this body. Maybe it was why he fought so hard against what everyone else called "survival." So he finally piped up after the sudden shot heard 'round the hotel and the suggestion to split up. "I'm cool with it too," he agreed with a glance to Vera. "And I can stay with you, Vera. Watch your back while you... look for clues, or something. If you need anything I can get it for you, too." An easy grin sent to her, nothing said about the blond just beside them. Because he honestly couldn't care less if he went off on his own.


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[Desk Rooster]

Beckett's facial expression had shown a mild sense of shock as he nearly succumbed to the infection. He offered Raleigh a subtle nod as she reassured his security. I can't focus like this.. He began to ponder over his own personal issue amidst a time of essential focus. I am going to get so sh!tfaced to the point I won't even recognize these.. monsters as actual monsters anymore.. Or mistake one of my comrades for a monster, rather--.. Jesus. I hate migraines. His forehead contorted with wrinkles as his brows arched high above his eyes, his head lowering as he rubbed a sleeve across his forehead, the accumulated sweat drying off with the quick wipe. "Alright, uh--.." He was almost embarrassed. He was ashamed of being called a leader. The least he could do is make sure his team survives. Then again, he was dishonorably discharged from his life. Just as he reached for the flask at his belt, he paused in between to acknowledge Raleigh, his heavy eyes fluttering as his hand fell limp. "Make sure you conserve your ammo and go for close quarters combat. A heavy bash to the head or--.." He'd watch Marcus submerge the blade into the hole splitted skull as he watched the red blood sprinkle from the side. ".. Get yourself accustomed to doing that." He sighed heavily as his posture grew erect, his gear rustling on his clothing as he departed from the room.

His half-gloved hand came down on his scalp as he scanned his face vigorously with it, the short strands on the bangs of his hair hanging down his forehead in an unkempt fashion. This was the look his state most accurately depicted. Out of habit, his hand came down to the flask on his belt. With sharp movement, he distracted the hand's presence ever lingering there as he quickly threw it over the back of his head, and back to his gun. "Right--.. Let's split ourselves up. I feel like Raleigh and I have the essential firepower as a duo, so we'll keep clearing out this hotel to avoid any more possible ambushes with the--.. dead. Tommy, Marcus and Vera, you'll all take yourselves down in the kitchen area and see if you find anything leading to a storage basement where we might find food--.. I'm sure you all are starving--.. So.. Let's get to it." He provided everyone a hardened stare as sweat beads began to roll down his cheeks, his eyes noteably heavy as he exchanged looks with his comrades. He waited for the trio to disperse before beginning his indoor patrol of the building with his desired partner. His head hung low as his gaze was cast to his feet, a heavy gulp squeezing down his throat as he scoffed to himself. "Give me a moment." He backpedaled into the room where they had previously encountered the undead. Nearing the window, his posture grew weak and hunched as he hurled vomit down and onto the street, his hand clamping over the opening. He concealed the sound of his vomiting the best he could to avoid possible questions from his comrades. Spitting what had formed in his mouth, he retained his ability to stand straight as his rifle had been collected in a proper position. A couple of minutes had passed between the time he excused himself before coming back to face Raleigh once more. "I would be more comfortable if you took point." He spoke to her without hesitation, regardless of it hurting his man ego to allow a woman to temporarily step in. With that being said, his head nodded in direction. An emergency staircase was located down the hall.