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"We can't," he growls through clenched, bloody fangs. "We can't just leave zombies to go wreaking havoc through the city. We have to go to the feds. At the house." He staggers up and starts to move. As stupid as zombies are, they'll notice the window soon and be after them again. "Somebody has to tell them. They're the only ones who can put a stop to this before it spreads. But the question is, how can we notify them without getting caught ourselves? They see me or LP, bloody messes, and think we've been infected." He spits on the ground. And looks back. The pack's let up a horendous gibbering cry. "Hang it all..... I guess they're on the bloodtrail, now. Best we can do is lead the hoarde to them."

The glider blinked...then blinked again....then yawned and blinked.... Wow, she was tired....mmm....sleep.... No, no, couldn't sleep yet! Naraka was right, they had to leads the zombies back to the feds. Acia climbed wearily to her feet, patting Nar on the side of the head and pointing in the general direction of Gambino's destroyed mansion. "Gimme near the house... You'll hide when we get near, I can lead tha zombies tha rest of the way. Feds can' catch me....nope..." She yawned.

*LP follows listening to nara* didn't say I needed coffee atm *she shakes her head, wondering how long her knees will hold up* I was just saying the feds already have their hands full... *looking at poor acia, and nara she sighed* look nara, your in wrose shap than I am, you need to get back to the shop, besides it won't be long before the sun is up... *she triped over a rock almost losing her blance* clumsy humans... I think it's best if I go. Atleast I don't have blood running down my face, might be almost everywhere else but oh well. Plus I still look like a fed. *she pointed out*

Nar was already headed along at a fairly good clip, but he speeds up to Acia's sound of warning. "Look, they're going to be after me one way or another. I might as well take them into waiting guns than the toyshop. Besides, out of all of us, I'm the best suited to hiding out until the whole thing's over. Acia, your mum would kill me if I let you go. And LP, how long do you really think you can pull that off? You're more at risk than either of that. The FBI might be busy, but they're not stupid. I'm sure they've noticed their own gone missing. They're probably out looking for you right now."

((Good night, LP n__n))

Acia was too tired to actually protest. Besides, she would be going anyway, 'cause she was riding on Nar's shoulder. Inwardly, she was relieved that sh wouldn't have to fly. She wasn't sure she would be able to summon another gust. Knowing her argument would be useless, the glider merely tightened her grip on Nar's shoulder, occasionally glancing back to check on the progress of the zombies.

*Looking toward nara she shurgs, knowing she'd not get anywhere fighting with him now. So just winks and chuckles* of course I'm a bloody moron, where'd be the fun if I wasn't? *she nods taking acia.* i've always lived for danger, best part of life. *she heads off* Oh nara, be careful. After I take acia to the hospital I might head back to the shop... that is if you want me to help tend to those wounds. My fault you got some of 'em... *with that she walks off, not like she can really hurry with her knees and all but she makes good enough time. Soon enough she dissapers down the street* come on acia lets get you to moo.

"Cocky b***h," he growls under his breath. "I dunno what she's after anyhow. I doubt she cares a whit about humanity." Nar hops a spot of rubble and breaks through the police tape like a runner. He heads into the quarantined area at a sprint, bolts past the guard with a 'heads up!' and ducks into the wreckage. A light's turned on him. Voices call out for him to stop. Stop or they'll shoot, but he doesn't heed their warning. The sounds of gunfire rip through the air, one or two aimed for him, before there's a shout and they all begin to shoot out into the darkness. Well, they've found the zombies.... he collapses into a shadow and sits tight, listening.

The minutes tick by. People yell, run past, shoot. He's really not interested in watching, and he's done his part. Better to leave than get caught. When there's nobody close by, he darts out to the south, sliding from dark area to dark area, and heads for home.

Half an hour later he's passed out at the foot of the basement stairs.