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s**t I really hope I don't regret this later, Alaric drew his machete, pushed the door open and quickly closed it behind himself, feeling for the bar to close it, and slid it in place, his eyes wide to catch all possible light. "Well I have not been attacked yet," He slid the machete into it's sheath at his belt, "So that means I can trust you at least a little. Alaric Naifeh." He holds out his hand. "How long have you been here?"

((Sorry I need to go, thanks for getting me in there.)) "I shall as well." Alaric pulled the large camping pack off and started pulling out the cans, flour and water, lining them up by kind of food. "This is all I have for sustenance, there is more where I came from, but there is a propane leak so it could go up at any time." He pulls the small cast iron pan from the bag and sets it aside, "I also have the means to cook all of this, at least until the tank goes dry." He pulls the small propane tank from the side pouch and screws on the portable burner. "I will share until it is gone, so long as no one makes a pig of them self."

Grigori Murdock just chuckled at the idea of finding for some 'means of his own.' "Very well, ma'am. Might I ask where you're leading us?" He began to follow regardless, but the fact that she had failed ot announce their destination was a little awkward.

((Sorry about my delayed post. Having busy days plus homework is unhelpful.))
Zack looked at the thing, then went to it. He opened the front panel and looked at the inside. It all seemed to be in working order. "It's a little busted up in the front from running into the library. And the glass is shattered out, but yeah, it'll run," he replied, having finished his examination. "But I just winged it on the way here. Anyone actually know how to drive?" he asked.

((Shaded Ninja, we may be able to pick you up, considering we'll have a truck. Just tell us where you are,))

As soon as Murdock knew the plan, he got to work. He could barely stand this woman's authoritative tone considering she was so much younger than himself. He guessed he could be twice her age, easily. It was those sorts of thoughts that accompanied Grigori the early retiree as he helped stock what food was still lying around.

During his spare time Andy had taken to finding ways to alert other survivors to his location, doing so passed the time quite nicely. He stood and stretched as he admired his handy work, a ten by fifteen foot flag with lights on the two free corners. He had taken to raising it and lowering it every hour, in hopes that it would prove to any on lookers that he was still alive and well.

"Gender specific...please, through most of college and my teaching career we had co-ed bathrroms. I suppose you could say, chamber pots made a comeback'd The water stopped working ages ago, so the toilets have been out of commission since before the nuns died off." Drusilla bustled around the kitchen opening and shutting doors and putting things away.

((Did both NativeForeigner and Ninja Zackeus skipped my post?))
Jake looked over the crowd. Are they insane? What do they think I have: a station wagon? I'll never get them. “I can drive Jack but I think I'll drive my truck. It's a lot easier to move since we don't have to push it out of a wall and I'd rather not abandon my supplies." Jake looked at the maps of the city that he picked up and started planing his course to the hospital. “So what is the name of the hospital we are going to?”