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"Yeah I guess so WAIT DONT LEAVE ME!" This was pretty much how the entire ordeal went down. Fuller ditched him, Tweak snatched up his shotgun and followed, and then the indigo haired youth got to watch a grenade launcher close up in action. Had it not been for his rapt interest in this process he might have had the thought about pushing Fuller over the railing. That way he would fall to his death and Tweak would be free to plunder as he saw fit.

So Tweak was just standing out in same area as Fuller, eyes tuned in straight to the grenade launcher, with a very obvious 'Oh!' expression painted on his face. Once Fuller stopped firing he then leaned over the railing and looked down at that. You know, watching s**t get shredded and explosions happen and such, he liked things like that. "That was so ******** cool." All he had to say about it though.

Gabe turned back to Saul right when the charges went off. He was barely able to bring an arm up in front of his face the floor shook under his feet, causing him to fall back onto the stairs, the rifle on his back making his landing far from comfortable. When the smoke cleared, Gabe grunted and pushed himself to a standing position, intent on going down to go pick up the unconscious Saul.

Drake already headed past him, and Gabriel wasn't going to argue over who got to carry the dead weight. With the stairs destroyed, nothing would be getting up any time soon, and he was just about to head back up the stairs to check on the latest addition to their party before he heard a voice from up above.

Gabe looked up to see another person, presumably the owner of the house, leveling a grenade launcher over the balcony. Gabe hurried down the stairs, moved to pick up whatever half of Saul's body Drake wasn't carrying, and indicated towards Drake (if he didn't get it already) that they should probably hurry up the stairs if they didn't want to get caught in the middle of a grenade detonation.

Drake makes his gradual way down the stairs, passing a slightly stunned Gabe. Drake finds Saul face-down near what's left of the landing, and grabs him under the arms to drag him up the stairs...then notes that Saul's tourniquet fell off.

Drake: Hmm...that could be problematic.

Drake shifts his grip to where the tourniquet would have been and applies steady pressure as he drags Saul's limp form up the stairs, his helmet thudding rhythmically on each stair...then Gabe shows up and grabs Saul under the arms and urges Drake to hurry up. With a frustrated noise, Drake suddenly takes off in a mad dash up the stairs. Gabe, unused to such speed from Drake, might be caught a bit off guard.

((Right. I'm still part of this. *addresses the recent*))

After the destruction of the stairs and Fuller's own solvo, the zombies at ground floor were seemingly disinterested in the building any further. Those that were still alive and unexploded, found their feet and shuffled randomly throughout the first floor and eventually out the building. Still strewn with bodies of shrapnel filled and blown-up bodies.

Saul, fallen face down on the stairs, was in rough shape to say the least. Bare skin on his arms was pinkish red around the blistering skin which was damaged from the heat of the explosion. Aside from the burnt skin, there was subtle hints of slowly surfacing black and blue liquid under the skin, all over. Even covered with clothing or armor, the blast impact put enough pressure to rupture several organs and gave him basically a full body hematoma.

Helmet on head, blood gradually oozed from Saul's nose, ears, and mouth. Eyes, though shut, would be completely bloodshot. To those carrying him, he'd seem odd to the touch. They'd be feeling the pooling blood under the skin from the internal hemorrhaging, and the swollen tissue.

Drake's eyes would have to be fantastic. Considering the turnicate Saul had made was several loops of twine hidden under a kneepad. A detail hidden from open sight, with no other hint of it's presence from Saul, moreso hidden by the obvious severity of Saul's condition. Not bad for a guy with one eye.

Saul wasn't dead, but he was in serious need for intensive medical care and emergency surgery. Followed by a whole lot of prayer that the previous would even do anything.

"s**t. Someone's blowing things up." with as much exhasperation as frustration. Kalis picked up the pace, tracing around the hall until he saw the stairs, the sounds from below growing louder; a good sign that they were going in the right direction.

"Can you do a quick head count, try and figure out what's going on?" he asked, before starting to bolt down the stairs, only pausing at each turn to flip around and face the next direction a fraction of a second before he bolted down into it. The shotgun was still held downward in one hand. If he ran head on into a zombie on the way down, the first thing he'd do was slug it off it's feet with the barrel, before he could even get it around and into his shoulder to fire.

It wasn't the right way to use the gun, but it was a way to use the gun.

"I'm the goddam cavalry."

Kalis stopped hard, looking down the stairs, and back up to around the people standing there with them. s**t. He set the rifle up over his back since they seemed clear, albeit a bit reluctantly. "They're not coming up? Fine, if we've got time, lets grab them, and keep moving. We can get to the roof, and there's a fire escape, but it doesn't look entirely right. Bit short, and I don't trust things not to come out onto it from lower windows. That's the only way I can think of to get out of here without going through them again, unless..."

He flipped around, glancing to Owle, who would be following him no doubt. "I can jump one light person with me. Owle, how much can you carry when you fly?" An ariel ferry service from roof to roof; it was batshit insane, and, actually, might very well work.

Tweak was relatively content through all of this to stay quiet. Everyone else was probably happy more people were here, it was just making him nervous. s**t always went bad when people started massing up, small groups was the way to go. Absent mindedly he hugged the shotgun a bit closer to himself and inspected what was going down here.

The military ******** were screwed, the end. Gabe and Stiffy were the only ones with any value at this point and neither seemed interested in being of use to him. Then we have the new arrival, who by all his boasting of being able to jump roofs or something would be useful. s**t, who the ******** was that guy anyway? Seemed like one of the freak's friends with their entrance together and all. Then there was Fuller, who Tweak refused to rely on because that guy was a ******** psycho. These were some really bad odds here.

Then there was the talk of who was going to get out of this place first. No ******** way was he going to wait, hell no, which he voiced really well. "Wait, s**t, I'm the lightest person here! You should totally take me out first!" Concern for others was totally a foreign concept at this point. He could have tried the, 'Youngest! Women and children' angle as well if he had any notion that these people would go for it.

"Military goons are ******** anyway so we should jump ship. I mean, if their going to die anyway why let them drag the rest of us down?" Punctuated speech by lots of hand waving, the right still cradling his shotgun, while he glanced around for people to agree with him. Surely not everyone here was a bleeding heart and had a brain!