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Gabriel glanced at the newcomer, warily, and back at Ash as she spoke, blinking a bit and sitting forward, careful to stay out of range of the girl--just in case.

"Hey . . . more survivors." he said, watching the truck come toward them, running through zombies. It made him a little sick, honestly and he glanced away. He'd have to get over being so squeamish, but . . . well it had been a rough day.

Maria pulled besides the breaking SUV. Throwing her stick shift into park, she crawled across her seats. She paused for a moment her orchird eyes looking over the odd group of survivors. Near a sigh of disappointment, a small child caught her eyes. A smirk creeped across her lips. The child was visibly pale,seemed as though holding her little juice box was becoming a feat, and yes...a large wound on her arm. The sight of the toren flesh sent a shiver over delight through Marias body.
Rolling down the window she began to speak over the low roar of zombie moans."I am on my way to the hospital, I am trying to gather medical supplies." Maria eyed the child once more, before looking to the backseat again for a good look at the group.
The roar of aircraft began to die out, what ever they were here for, they had completed. Or so it would seem. the fact that unmarked planes flew close to the ground made Maria more uneasy than the scratching undead at her truck. Who ever they were they were set up, prepared.

Jack looked over at the sound of the woman's voice. "No, we are not lost. We're just having a great time chatting while zombie bash at the windows!" Jack cringed and leaned away from his window. An elderly woman was leaving copious amounts of blood on it as she weakly hit the window. He then looked at Ash. "I don't care where we go or who with we go. Just take me away from here!"

The first opportunity she'd gotten to contain herself, to calm down, to find a phone, she'd called up to her unit. It rang and rang and no one answered. Ten rings. Twenty. She hung the phone up, shivering. She could imagine what happened. Someone was banging on the door, someone would answer it, and be overwhelmed by a zombie pushing its way in . . . biting, tearing . . . then others would intervene. Others would be bitten. In short order there just wouldn't be anyone left to answer the phone.

She wiped her eyes, trying to get hold of herself. Looking out the window she saw people wandering in the parking lot. Slow, stiff gait . . . she didn't dare try going out. The place was clearly crawling with zombies. There was nothing for it but to find somewhere to hole up. And pray she was rescued.

Hefting her pipe wrench, she took a breath and moved cautiously down the too-quiet corridors...

Ash looked from one newcomer to the other, not trusting the expression on the woman in the truck's face. She glanced back at her little entourage and hesitated. The hospital would be ground zero for zombies. They would have all been taken there once bitten and showing symptoms of changing. Still, there was medical equipment there that may be helpful. And the hospital was near enough to make it not too difficult to get there. The pros seemed to outweigh the cons.

"All right. Sitting here, we're dead. It's only a matter of time before more show up. Let's go to the hospital. It's bound to have more supplies than just medical. There are going to be more zombies there. Lots more, most likely. So if anyone wants out, say something now." She turned in her seat, looking back at her other two companions for their input.

Tabby felt...strange. Like the world was sort of shifting. She felt so warm and her heart was beating so fast and so loud, she was surprised Ash couldn't hear it over the talking. It was such a wierd feeling. She rested her head against the cool glass, not taking any notice of the scraping hands outside the glass. The scraping finally became a pound and it made Tabby sit up, glaring at the zombie outside. Then... something very strange happened. The zombie stopped. It turned, and walked away.

This was all greatly interesting, but Tabby was also tired. She'd think about it later, maybe after a nice, long nap. Cuddling her blanket to her chest, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against her now empty window, letting herself fall asleep.

Gabriel wasn't quite sure what to say, so he kept quiet, watching Ash and the newcomers. He didn't trust the girl in the other car. Something about her was creepy. Ash seemed to know what she was doing, so he figured leaving the decision to her was a good idea. Still . . .

"I . . . guess we don't have much choice." He said, nervously, and glanced over at Jack, and then at the little girl, worriedly. That *did* concern him. A lot. He didn't want to be in the car when that particular time bomb came to its inevitable fruition.