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Grigori jogged around and stepped inside quickly. He had no desire to be caught out amongst another horde of what had once been a favored topic of his writing. "Ah, my apologies. I thought you were a Sister of the clergy. Could've sworn you were by your manner of speech. Do you mind if I guess, hm?" He gestured that she allow him to close and bar the door himself. As he did so, he realized he was getting ahead of himself. "Wow, I'm sorry. Barging into your haven and I haven't even introduced my non-brain-craving self. Mr. Murdock, but Murdock'll do just fine." He offered his hand, hoping he wasn't being too forward.

((I'm so flipping confused right now, so I believe I'll just go along with others if that's fine. Btw were we in a church to begin with?))
Due to his constant laughter Orpheus had not noticed that his new found companion had left.He believed he'd heard a name, Dru. Orpheus had started to walk around the church and take a few photos. After he was finished he went on to search for the woman he had been went earlier. He had found her, along with another survivor, a relatively older man.
"Hmm, seeing as there are currently three of us there might be more people roaming about.", he had said walking towards them.
"Sorry, but I was preoccupied earlier. My name's Orpheus Foster. Photographer extrodinaire. I can remember hearing Dru, am I correct? So how about you sir? What may I call you?"

[[Bloody hell, library it is... I'm going to be getting in by climbing over a truck, if that makes any sense at all. Plus, I want my character to be a psychologist, screw swimming.]]

Lilith wiped her eyes with a sleeve. she'd been on the the run through the night, making a mad dash and stuffing her tiny backpack with anything she could carry before the zombies got too close. Since her last shelter, nothing more than an abandoned van parked in a very discreet place, had been found, she was looking for something else. Nothing she saw had been suitable, so she kept running. And running. It was natural to be tired after so much running, and she could barely see through the tears of fatigue. Not that she wasn't blind in the first place. In her hands was a crowbar, which she picked up very early on. Her only defense, and she was horrible enough using it as is.

Around her, there were groaning, shuffling, decomposing masses of former people trying to eat her brains. In the distance, she saw a library, it's doors ruptured by a truck. Good enough, it's not as if zombies could squeeze in. Once she was close enough, Lilith jumped through, landing clumsily on the ground. Maybe now, she could finally sleep.

An Army green convoy truck rolled down the deserted streets. The engine's purr broke the silent city as he went looking for something to tell him where he was. Soon he found a hive of zombies in the middle of the road. “s**t. Martian get that MG read... Damn. Well it looks like it's just you and me.” Jake revved up the engine as he prepared to mow down the zombies. The screeching of tires alerted the zombies too late as the truck was speeding past making everything that stands up to it into roadkill. Jake lost the zombies and drove around until he had to stop to fill up on gas. In the back he took out a red gas can and fulled up the truck. As he drove a little longer he found a library. “Great. They'll have a map of this place and a way to the nearest military base.” Jake drove to the back, got out of the truck, and took the keys with him. No crazy ******** is going to take my truck. He entered the building to find that there were other beings. In a flash he had his Desert Eagle trained on the head of the center one. As he realized that he wasn't a zombie he lowered his gun and said, “Sorry about that. Is there a survivor colony around here or are you three...” Just then a forth person showed up threw the truck. The speed and movement told him that it was not a zombie and said, “Hello. You alright? ...four of you just loners?”

Zack looked at the girl that went through his truck, breaking more glass. He sighed, today was just getting better and better. Then he saw the fourth, a pistol in his hand. The Glock 36 in his right pocket almost begged for ammo. He then saw the hostility change to friendliness. "I guess you could say that. The zombies kind of took over so....yeah," he said, trying to figure out exactly what they were. He took a seat on the ground for a second to open his red tool case. He pulled out some new ammo and reloaded the glock, giving it a full 10 shots. He loved his little gun like it was a child, he'd had it for so long. He also took the pocket knife and placed it in his back pocket, preparing and readying himself for fights to come. He then saw the meat he'd placed in there. Little bit of rabbit, little bit of deer, and a couple of fish. It seemed harder for zombies to affect things they couldn't get to, like fish. "Anyone know where a stove or grill might be?" he asked, knoing that some of them might be hungry.

Jake looked at the package of meat and said, “I have to agree with her, but if your hungry, I've got plenty of food.” Jake walked out of the library to find a lone zombie chewing on his truck to no avail. He took out his desert eagle and put a .50 cal round threw it's head. Jake kicked the body away and jumped into the back of the truck where he pulled out a bottle of water and a thick brown bag sealed like a oatmeal packet. On the package read “Meals Ready-To-Eat” with a warning on the bottom that said “Property of the U.S. Government.” As he walked back in he tossed the package to the man and said, “I have a treat for you: Beef Ravioli. If you need help on how to use the FHR don't hesitate to ask.” Jake followed the package with a bottle water. “By the way I'm Jake.”

"I have no idea.", Orpheus said raising his camera and taking more pictures of the church. He walked over to the front and took a snapshot of a fairly large stained glass pattern with angels on it. Just being in a place such as this triggered his photographic nature. He had spent minutes taking pictures of statues, walls, the ceiling, stained glass windows.
"This place is truly remarkable. Too bad the undead roam around. This would've made a wonderful spot for me to take photos. By the way. How long do you think our food and water would last before having to go outdoors again?", he said walking over to Drusilla.
"This is all just so troublesome."