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((Owle: Then I guess our characters are gonna be in stubborn opposition of each other. Might be amusing...))

Drake stops in his tracks as soon as the kid begins to try and egg him on. He turns to face Tweak, and there is a thoughtful expression pasted across his features. Upon hearing the soldier's suggestion, Drake swivels his head to look over his shoulder at Gabe, then shrugs.

Drake: "I am only up front because I started walking first."

At this point, he's willing to relinquish the front. This decision is majorly influenced by his current level of trust towards the group...

"Never had anything against you leading, bud. Just suggesting to our brave young compatriot here."

He would probably slap Tweak on the back after that statement, if he was still anywhere nearby, or not quick enough to move away from him. Either way, Gabe looked back towards the street. There was gunfire off in the distance, although it wasn't from the main camp.

Did the ADF send in troops beforehand?

It didn't seem logical. From the look of things, they nearly had their hands full defending the gate. But there always could be stragglers, right? He'd probably find out sooner or later, since they were heading out in that general direction anyway.

"Soldier boy?"

And so he waited for the jolly group to head off down the road. He wasn't necessarily excited about the notion of bringing up rear duty, because that meant he had no clue what was going on in front of him half the time. And with the gunfire going off in the distance, well, even if the guy firing it had survived, that didn't mean all the baddies in the area were down and out. And those that had heard it were probably moving towards the area if they were half as intelligent as people said they were.

So yeah, he had a right to be just a little nervous about this situation. Maybe he should have told the little punk to piss off.

Moving again with a slight limp. Saul was going down the streets in random order, but was making great time.

FAMAS out and ready, he had placed the revolver back in the holster and walked with the rifle up point first.

Just keep moving. Maybe those things will miss you.

Stopping at an intersection, all fours ways devoid of life.

This place is a maze. Just keep moving.

Turning with wide sweeps of rifle muzzle, he kept walking. Forcing that leg of his to work. Another beautiful day in the neighborhood.

"Well ********." Tweak's wonderful response to Drake's objections. So this guy did not want to take the front either, chicken-s**t bastards. Wether or not the guy was really afraid or just seriously slow was beyond his care.

The girl was obviously not going to take point. She just did not seem the type and had been hanging back with him. Soldier boy or whatever his name was, he did not care enough to ask, would probably not do it either. They had after all let the stiffy lead for so long. At that pace they would get gangbanged by the ******** hoard.

"Fine." Arms crossed and he let out an angry puff of smoke, "I'll lead but you had damn well be covering me. I'll ******** haunt you all if I die." And with that he stormed off in the direction he had pointed earlier. In the process he passed Owle and Gabe, trudging angrily at a quick pace right up front. He did glance back over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure he was not getting ditched.

He started after Tweak, looking over his shoulder once to Owle. He gave one of those 'Yeah, I'm surprised too' looks, shrugged his shoulders, and then turned back to following Tweak. He was quick to put himself just about a foot or two off of the guy's shoulder, just so he didn't run off and leave them all lost and without a guide.

"Honestly, you think I'd abandon you after I let you lead me into zombie city? You're my ticket out of here, you know."

There was a little bit of a pause, and then he finally turned his head and spat that gum out. Damn cheap thirty cent package of gum, it always lost its flavor in the first minute of chewing.

"So how far, exactly, are we going from here?"

He glanced to Tweak, still holding onto his rifle but keeping it lowered in a rest position. Still, given Gabe's track record in the military, he'd be able to snap that thing up to a firing position in no time, even if he was caught off guard.

He quickly glance down at his watch. About four minutes until they had to spin around and walk back. Six, if the guy promised to run back to the camp. For some reason, Gabe figured there wouldn't be any objections concerning that method of extraction.

Meer, thump, weeeer, thump, meeer, thump.

The Proto-soldier E-IV came to a stop at an intersection of the commercial district. It pushed aside the charred husk of a 2007 Benz E350 Sedan. It glanced left, then right, checking both directions before crossing the intersection, and continued forward on its seek and destroy mission, stepping over a fallen traffic signal.

"...So how do you know all this?" Suspicious glance back to Owle as he looked the way she pointed. They could still reach the shop he was aiming for that way. Would take a bit longer though...then again if they had more people that would not be a problem.

Casual glance back to Gabe before Tweak turned forward and smirked. "If someone is over that way we should totally help them. More firepower is always a good thing nya?" He seemed to address this question specificaly to Gabe along with the follow up.

"But then I'll need a bit more time...but do you really want to leave someone to die?" He was trying so hard not to smirk in victory and just kind of failing. Snarky grin was the result.