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It would have been easier if it had been a different part of the city. More space to see and such. He could have marched in the door and taken an elevator. That wouldn't have looked stupid. Riding an elevator up a skyscraper in zombie-land, with a motorcycle for company. Nope.

Kalis stopped by a residential building, pulling the goggles off his eyes and checking around for anything moving in his immediate area. Nothing.

He paused the music, and sat in a minute in the creepy silence. Slowly, he unscrewed the cap of the cantene, indulging himself in a bit more water. With a sigh, he screwed the cap back on, massaging his temple around the goggles. There was sign of marks on his cheek even, and it stung a little from sweat. Rummaging through his possessions, he pulled a little adhesive bandage out, and covered that.

Looking around, he didn't see any trash recepticle- he crushed it in his hand. The feeling of more, worse marks on his arms and hand beneath it all stung in a clear reminder that he might still be living on borrowed time. Or rather, at this point, that he lived at all was about that. He moved the fingers, shredding the wrap, and let the wind take it away. The scarf hid his frown when he pulled it back over his nose, and the goggles masked pure stubborness in his eyes.

I'm not done yet. Not yet.

Kalis grabbed the bike and led it inside; after kicking in the door of course.

It was an ordinary house, for modern time. Kind of funny, that it looked so usual in all of this. A few things were tipped over, or broken a little, but it looked very docile. Everything was war, death, destruction, gloom and horror. It seemed so wrong... so sad that this place was as normal as if nothing had ever hardly even happened. A misbehaved child could have caused it. But yet it was so still. So empty.



Somehow, the steady sound of his bike being hauled up the stairs seemed to fill the space, make it more tolerable. He marched up steadily to the top.

There, looking around, he sighed. He would have to find a way up further, but it was just such and ordinary house, and-



He paused. Turning slowly, he followed a hallway through the upper floor of the little home. There, at the end, a door was open.

Inside, there was brown. Dark, ugly brown, everywhere, and he knew what that brown was. He knew the carpet floor of that brightly colored and simply decorated little room was stained with dried blood even before his eyes caught the little corpse. Or the larger, distinguishably once-human form crouched in a corner, looting through something clumsily.

His eyes went wide. "b*****d." the man breathed.

The 'zombie' glanced up, it's gaze unwaveing.

"b*****d!" it was a whisper saturated with malice.

It stood and came forward as Kalis marched, bike left behind, to meet it.

"BAAASTAAAAAAAARRRD!"

The beast reached out with claw and appenage, but Kalis didn't wait.

A thick gauntleted hand smacked them aside as he roared, beating the thing continually backward, hammering it with heavy armored fists, roaring on as he pummeled, until it hit the wall and he grasped the face in a hand, pulling the thing forward off it's balance, and slammed backward with all the force he could muster in the temporary rage.

"..."

Thick rivulets of blood trailed down the wall. The zombies hands and feet spasmed shortly, and slowly stopped. Panting, Kalis watched blankly as the thing remained unmoving.

Nothing moved. Not it, not the child, not the house, nothing in the whole damn city but an occasional gunshot broke the silence submersing ******** around, he marched back to the bike, grabbing it somewhat roughly, wiping his gloved hand clean on the carpet before he hauled it around, picking out a window where he undertook the long process of moving himself and it up onto the roof.

Even the wind seemed still. Haunting.



Up on the flat bed roof, Kalis sat still a long while, pondering, considering nothing, gazing out at the sky.

I guess this is why I'm here after all. But...

I wish I had some good wine, no, just booze, on me.

Legs over the bike, he turned the ignition, and let it rumble louder, not matching so much as his cries had. Let them hear him. From up here, he'd hear and see a lot more too, be harder to pinpoint by sound or sight, and probably run into a lot less of the shamblers.

One finger tapped lightly at the play button.



Well, he had to start sometime.

Hitting the gas, he launched himself off the edge, onto the next roof, across, and onward through the city. Somewhere, he was going to find something. And answer, something to hold responsible, something. But for now, all he had to do was look. He'd see what came next.

Saul gave a grunt of audible effort as he stood completely. That foot was going to move whether it wanted to or not, and it did not want to.

Raising his arms slightly, though still cradling his rifle, to show the red smeared forearms which were specked with little black pieces of rock and dirt.

"I've been better. This neighborhood sure has gone to hell."

Looking from face to face, hesitating when he saw the guy with the red gauntlets.

Totally forgot his name.

Two other guys with rifles. A woman with a real bad skin condition. And the dude with the gauntlets.

Atleast they're not trying to eat me.

"You guys come here often?"

"You know, I was thinking the same exact thing."

Gabriel remarked after the 'neighborhood went to hell statement. He looked around, then relaxed his arms slightly, slinging the rifle back over his shoulders by means of the strap. It still hung down in front, but he was getting tired of holding onto the thing.

"I blame the schools."

And so he stopped his casual sightseeing turning back to Saul. It didn't appear that too much was wrong with him aside from the blood smeared on some of his upper body. Other than that, the man was in surprisingly good condition given the current situation.

"So, you good as far as moving goes? I think we still have enough time..."

He looked at his watch.

"...To make a little detour for the guy that brought us out here in the first place, and then we're heading back to camp."

After finding a good pistol, wonderfully similair to his old P-99, Brody made his way towards the wall. As he was wandering through the crowds, inquiries were made as to where the other crazy people had gone. Rumor had it the dumb-asses had run into the town. Unfortunatley, one of those had saved his a**, and he felt somewhat inclined to help. Not about to walk the whole way in though, Brody looked for a mode of transport and found a Humvee sitting unattended off to the side. "SCORE!" Running quickly, Brody jumped into the vehicle and hit the ignition, tearing through the crowd and into the city before anyone had the chance to stop him.

That's just a shadow...right?

She squinted at the one in question. Yeah, just a shadow...

When she looked back at Saul again, it was only to notice the samurai-pirate-ninja pointing a sword at his leg. She wondered where the hell the sa-pi-nin was going with that...he wasn't about to stab an injured ally, was he?

Nah, of course he wouldn't do something like that...he's just resting the blade like that...it must be hard to keep it upright all the time.

She had pretty much just rolled her eyes at his mock disapproval. Taking herself too seriously.

Pulling into the city proper, Brody began to sweep the city streets, trying to find the group that had just gone and ran in.

Wait. Wait for it. WAIT FOR IT.

"Huh, well, it's killin' me!" Giving a good hardy laugh at his own joke, completely ignoring whether anyone else even considered it funny. Saul figured he may as well laugh while he still had something to laugh about.

"But seriously. Lighten up, I'm fine."

Owle collapsed into a fit of giggles at Saul's absolutely horrendous joke.

I like this guy already.

Mostly, it was funny cause he was making fun of Drake, whom she still hadn't forgiven for pissing her off before.

"He's got a point, I don't much like the idea of standing here...I keep feeling like something's right on top of us, though I think it's just the ones he killed..." she gestured to the corpses.

"Let's move."