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Sloane was still kicking herself, if Jase had turned out to be a zombie she would've been in a pretty pickle. She was careless, something she never was before, but with all the excitement...that excuse would've never flown with her superior. Swearing to herself that she wouldn't be so stupid again, she caught the nod of the young man's head in answer to the driver's question.
" Yeah, we're fine," Sloane called out as quietly as she could, noticing that some blood was spattered across their leader's torso. "How 'bout you?"
Sloane looked back at the car she still needed to hot-wire, with it they would have four running vehicles, for only God knew how long. With twelv..correction, thriteen people, they would probably needs to grab some more supplies as soon as possible, if they could find any. The truck could probably hold as many supplies as they wanted, and with the cars, they could probably separate the people enough so that they would stop their mindless fighting.

((Where are we anyway?))

((Got it, sounds great, which direction are you planning on heading?))
Sloane nodded briefly before turning back to the car she still needed to wire. A minute later, it was roaring to life. Sloane smiled hearing another car start up the way, looked like their driver found a nice car of his own, it wa probably the one of the only un-damaged cars around. Of course the one she just started was in pretty good shape, she still wondered how the plug had managed to come off.
Jase seemed a little lost, as if he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Sloane understood his predicament completely, well as completely as she could. She still couldn't guess how he'd managed to avoid the undead while he was hiding under the car.
Sloane rejoined the group as their leader pulled up beside them and smiled momentarily at his quip.
" Who do you want to drive those?" Sloane asked, waving back at the three she'd managed to start.
She heard somone come forward from behind her. From the unsure step, she assumed it was probably Jase. Turning her head slightly, she saw her assumption was correct.
" If you'll give me a gun, I could take one." The suggestion was directed at their leader so Sloane remained silent. There was something about Jase she couldn't put her finger on, he seemed familiar...

Sloane nodded in approval as Jase walked to the back of the truck to get the radios and a gun. Bill, she assumed was the other man up front. Ben and Jared were the ones fighting earlier, and Vera was the one who'd yelled at them.
Ben and Jared should be separated, that much was obvious, but Sloane didn't think that he should be left with the others in the truck, they were ansty enough already.
"There's plenty gas for the taking," Sloane said, an odd feeling tingling at the top of her spine. Her instinct was trying to tell her something, though she was not sure as of yet what it was. It just seemed..wrong. All the cars, but only a couple carriers and none of the zombies. Wrong probably wasn't the right word, disturbing was more like it. " But, we'll need a lot of sealable containers and some hosing."
Receiving the walkie-talkie from Jase she flipped it on and clipped it to her pocket.
"What channel Cap'n?"
Sloane removed her cap and pushed her hair back before slamming the hat back on her head, another trait she'd picked up once leaving the barracks. She just couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, it was an instinct she'd honed to perfection, and it wouldn't fail her now.
Surveying her surroundings, Sloane completed a full circle.
" Tell everyone to get ready, we need to go...very soon." Her voice held an imperitive tone, one that was not wise to disregard.

((Perfect...))

Eric spun the moment he heard the glass break.
"Oh s**t!" He shouted, lifting the shotgun off of his shoulder and scanned the immediate area for any dead.
Oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t...
How had they gotten on them so fast? Why hadn't Bill spotted them?
Jase and Vera had come back from the truck moments before and hadn't said a word. God, were they getting intelligent?
Eric couldn't imagine the thought and quickly brushed it off.
"Get in the cars!"
The truck was getting swarmed and they could do nothing about it. All of their food was in there, the guns, the ammo...
He prayed to what ever sick ******** of a god that would send sick such a plague on them that Bill was alive and could still drive.
Vera and Jase had gotten to the only safe car along side of them, obviously panicked out of their minds and screaming for help. Eric hoisted his shotgun and aimed it at the closest carrier, sending a slug screaming through the back of one of the monster and dropping the twitching creature to the ground. All he could do is buy Sloane and Vera enough time to drive out of there, and Eric was afraid he wouldn't be enough.
Eric dove inside the car Sloane was in, shotgun ready for danger and axe ready for back up.
"Drive!"
Jared was already on the move, circling into the grass and passing up the truck on the other side of the shambling horde. Eric couldn't blame him, particularly because he had picked up another of their band before he peeled off, but that didn't mean he was happy about being left behind...
The carriers had gotten to the cars already, ignoring Jared as he sped off and sprinting for the trapped prey.
Us...

Eric hadn't expected the horde to sneak up on them, hadn't expected Bill to miss them, hadn't expected the truck to be over-run. Most of all, he did NOT expect it to explode out of the blue.
"What the ******** was that?!" He yelped, glancing back at the fireball that was now the remains of the truck. It took a split second to realize what Sloane had done and to gather the importance of it. She had bought them more time than those shots could have possibly bought them, and it would probably save all of their lives.
It took a moment more before he had come up with a useful thought.
"Drive around them!" He shouted, both into the radio and at Sloane. They had an opening on the other side of the truck than the zombies had swarmed, thanks to the convenient blast. If they sped through it, they would be fine. Eric fired several more shots at the approaching dead. Just to make sure that they STAYED fine.

((As Gourou has not been on for a little while, I will just continue.))

As they passed the flaming truck, Eric swore he heard screams coming from the inside. His horror was confirmed when they passed the open truck door, and saw several writhing bodies being torn at by the dead.
The only thing Eric could imagine to be worse than burning to death or eaten alive was both. It was made possible by the suicidal carriers, greedily plunging the flaming hunks of flesh into their mouth as if it were the essence of life, indifferent by the fact that they were soaked in flaming gasoline.
Eric heard several pops of gunfire and wondered how anyone could live in that inferno, let alone fire a weapon.
Then it hit him what was happening.
"Oh s**t! The ammo! The ammo!" He yelped into the radio before hitting the floor of the car.
The boxes of ammunition were exploding in the flames, shredding the inhabitants of the truck as well as anything and everything around it. It didn't help that they had picked a grenade or two off of a SWAT member turned flesh eater, or that some of the ammo was armor piecing.
The car took several hits, and glass shattered and rained itself across the backseat. If Sloane hadn't moved them as far away as they were, Eric would have been a bloody hunk of Swiss cheese.
Fortunately, the hordes crowded in the area had taken the explosions full force, shredding muscles and bone into hamburger.
Watching the bastards roll in their own guts would have brought a laugh out of Eric, if they were not fighting over who could eat them. For the first time since the out break- Who was he kidding? It was a holocaust. It was God's Reckoning with Humanity. It was the mother ********' Apocalypse!- Eric had the time to actually look at the creatures. Fully absorb what they were and what they were doing.
A slight whimper escaped Eric's lips, followed closely by the pieces of jerky he had eaten.

Sloane recognized the sound of guns firing and turned slightly in her seat to get a view of who was doing the shooting. It didn't make sense, because the sound was coming from the truck, not many should've been able to survive the explosion. About the same time her passenger cried out, Sloane realized her oversight. She knew the truck had been carrying ammo, but somehow that fact had managed to slip her mind.
A couple of bullets ripped over the chair right where the Captain's head had been. Sloane was glad he'd ducked, she hated having to drive with dead people in the car, especially recently.
Silently cursing at herself, it was her second mistake today, Sloane pushed the car to go faster. Another pop and a bullet thunked through the chair at waist level.
A sting and warm trickle later, and Sloane realized the bullet had hit her side, what was worse was that the bullet had obviously stayed. Of course, that was probably better, Sloane reflected morbidly as she waited for the intese pain to begin, the bullet hadn't the chance to hit the engine now.
A sudden gagging and smell induced the young woman to turn her head, quickly turning back. Moving her left hand, she hit teh auto-down button for the window. She'd never been good with such things, and foudn taht things ended up fine if teh person in question was left alone.
"Crap." She hissed to herself just before Bill's voice came over the radio, the pain she'd been waiting for finally struck.
His plan sounded feasible, but his voice sounded like he was shooting for the stars. Sloane abruptly realized that she was thinking the same things. It had to pass, noting bad ever lasted... but nothing had ever been this bad before.
Sloane was contradicting herself, not the best thign to do in her position. While she waited for the sickly-looking amn's response, Sloane calmed her breathing, slowing it to a controlled rate, and worked on manipulating the adrenaline rushing through her veins. It didn't seem to be working yet, she thought, even her mind in a grumbling state.

((What, with rolling down the window? Getting rid of the smell, but I forgot about the back window...stupid me xp .))

Sloane rolled her eyes slightly at her passenger's exclamation. He was making a big deal out of...Sloane glanced down at where the bullet had hit her and grimaced slightly. It posed a little bigger problem than she had anticipated.
" I'm fine, I can drive. Now just look in the glove box to see if there's any anything for pain." Sloane growled, probably more roughly than she had intended. Controlling her breathing so that it would remain at a steady rate, and not cause her veins to pump any more blood than neccessary, Slone glanced into the rear-view mirror. They were slowing pulling away from the army of zombies, but only because the demonic things were on foot.
Keeping her eyes on the road ahead, Sloane returned her voice to normal before asking directions.
"How do I get to Indian Hills?"