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"Alright, you heard the lady, gentlemen."

Gabriel picked up his rifle again, turning towards Tweak before he looked down the road that they had been heading down. Three streets to go, a wounded soldier, a shop that may or may not still exist to find, and Lord knew how many zombies to go through in order to get there.

Man, this helping people out job sucked.

"Time to roll out. The sooner we get out of this place, the better."

And so Gabriel was the first to head off. Towards what, he didn't know. But he didn't want the punk complaining anymore. Besides, it was a logical choice to have someone who knew what they were doing in front. Or, that was what he kept telling himself, at least.

The shop?

Engaging his clubfoot to walk, sort of, Saul had to comment.

"Why're we going to a 'shop'? Shouldn't we be busy going somewhere less zombie filled?" Saul queried, still cradling his FAMAS in a half read, half idle position. Following the group now, he had no idea where he was headed. Not that he had some idea before.

Massive rollage of the eyes at Saul, the only member of this group who's name he had an idea on. Man, leading around people from outside the town was so lame. If the zombies were not here he would have introduced them to the the local transvestite and let him give a tour. But since that guy was probably dead or off hooking, that was out of the question.

"It's this old antique store I've been wanting to get to since this whole mess started." Telling the lie was getting old apparently and at this point what were they going to do? "Good news for you fools though. Guy who owned it, hell the whole family who owned it, are ******** psychotic or some s**t. Y'know the type who think the world is going to end every ******** day? Thats what they are."

He paused and flicked his cigarette, now totally gone, off into the wreckage before continuing. "Get what I mean? Heard a little rumor that the freak stockpiled all kinds of weapons. Score those and you should be sitting pretty in this ******** up little pile of s**t."

...And right back to the middle of the group he went.

At the mention of getting back to safe territory, Gabriel made it a point to check his watch. As if he hadn't checked it enough already. There was a resignated sigh, and he lowered his wrist, looking over his shoulder to Tweak. He didn't say anything, but he appeared fairly irritated. Instead, he turned his attention forward before he started talking.

"We get down there, you get what you need, we pick up some spare ammunition, and then we head straight back. That's the new plan, and I'm not going to be lenient about this one."

A quick look over his shoulder to the punk.

"Got it?"

He hated it when plans fell apart. Especially when plans fell apart and the only guide happened to have an agenda. The mutated abominations running around the city were just the icing on the cake.

There he went, getting nervous again. He quickly fished out a stick of gum and popped it into his mouth, chewing quietly for once as he passed the time by scanning the roads, alleys, and buildings for any threats.

Drake does not react to any of the group banter, instead devoting his attention to observing his surroundings.

Drake: It's a wonder we're still alive, what with our infighting and arguing...and no beasts have yet shown themselves...

This makes Drake redouble his efforts, and his free hand subconsciously reaches for his eyepatch. Drake realizes this before the hand reaches its target, and returns it to his side.

Drake: Not something I want to show off to the world...

Camped out as he was on the roof Gregory had a view of those coming into his area. It was odd, why would they be heading this way? What would a bunch of soldiers want with the antique shop that had been down stairs before he had moved the more valuable items upstairs. Glancing to his right he saw a few of the antiques he was currently using for water collection.

"You don't think they're looting?"

Asking no one he ducked back inside and shut down the generator. The steady rumble slowed and gave a soft whine as it stopped.

"Baptismal of fire I suppose. Perhaps I'll see how well the traps work."

And Owle suddenly shivered. Being so high up had kept her from sensing Fuller before now...and the creepy, creepy vibe nearby him. But now that she was this close...

"There's someone...well, nearby. Not a zombie, but there's...something wrong about it...not on him, but nearby him..."

She pointed. To the left.

"...that way." She shook her head. "It's not zombies, but..."

She shrank closer to Gabe, as though hiding behind him. Something was obviously scaring her, more than the idea of being in a zombie-infested city in the first place.

He glanced over his shoulder towards Owle as she spoke of the presence of something nearby. He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but, judging by her reaction, he figured he better be cautious.

His hand went out, almost like a little protective barrier as he gestured for Owle to get fully behind him, if she wasn't already. Tweak had already said that the place was right around the corner, and so it was. When he went around the corner, he looked at the nearest building. No real luck as far as signs were concerned, they were all smeared with a red mist.

A quick glance over his shoulder to Tweak.

"So, which one is it?"

The rifle was now shouldered and ready, his left hand having moved to a steadying position the moment that he had finished with the little 'protect the weaponless one' gesture.