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[ The bar ]

Her head was still pressed against the bar, recovering from the stiffness and burning sensation of pretty much her first hard liquored drink ever. Lease at least maneuvered it so it was her cheek laying on the cool surface and she could face Karou.

"Not a lot, the good stuff was already taken like clothes. Was left with a lot of... that sort of stuff." Hopefully she wouldn't have to explain it, it didn't make her entirely comfortable.

At the sudden noise, her head picked up just a little from the counter top. Her gaze followed those who decided to investigate. She was not joining, she was not going to go. "Bet its a hoax," she muttered and then took another sip of her drink. And promptly pressed her forehead back to the bar. Too strong.

"Come on," whispered one of the guys, "put him on the radio."

A walkie-talkie was shoved crudely against Andrew's ear, and he could hear some guy talking through it. "Sucks to be you," said a voice at the other end faintly, and there was the sound of struggle, of them pushing someone roughly against the ground, "Looks like their plan was a bust and we're going to plan B, which involves you. You are going to tell everyone in that radio where the mall supplies are, or we will shoot you."

"Some friend of yours," said gunpoint-guy, "you know how it is, hostage situation. Either you or them."

[ SEREVA ] ♤ Mall District Survivor
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[ ENTER ]
Rubbing the back of her head a young woman walked into the bar, hearing the commotion of the people she had to put up with for the past month was nostalgic and soothing in its own right. Atleast they wern't trying to kill her... yet. Sereva's eyes flickered over to Guy, and then to the few who had gathered to get a drink. It was as she caught onto his words that she began to realize her own stench, sucking in air through her teeth she made a sharp disappointing sound. She didn't smell the worst but still, they weren't the sort of company people with a good sense of smell would want to hang around. They were known as the Mall Rats weren't they?

"Seven Days eh?" she would echo under her breath. A cheeky grin appearing over her lips "Well if I've made it this far why not for seven more" Sereva almost seemed as if she was talking to herself. Not even caring who overheard her. Her sense of logic wasn't dulled, but she knew she still had a fighting chance to survive it all, which caused her cocky like attitude to spark. Walking over to the bar she gazed for these free drinks that was spoken of. Spotting one her hand reached out, grabbing the container and letting her fingers feel the vibration of the liquid in it. Pulling the container up to her lips she was about to take a sip of it before.... crash

[ OUTSIDE THE BAR ]
Her eyes had caught on to a few already leaving to investigate the sound, curiosity raising up in her, as well as the need to kick someones a** if need be. If they were human that is. "Rats being stolen from? Now that's cheeky" Sereva said to herself before stepping outside of the bar. Though she thought twice before just waltzing out like the others. She wasn't going to fall for the clique horror movie trap of 'Hello is anyone there?'. Stopping at the entrance of the bar her footsteps steadied. Going slow and keeping her back to the available walls as much as possible as she headed towards the noise. The last thing she needed was for it to be an infected or worse and her ruin her good chance at surviving this hell. "Now where are ya-" she muttered lastly as if biting back her words.

[Outside the Bar]

"Dude, shut up!"

There was a loud crack as Leiah was hit square across the jaw with a baseball bat, most likely dislocating her jaw. Her mouth began to bleed profusely.

"You open that mouth again and we'll shoot everyone outside. We're not ******** bluffing."

[ Ouside of Bar ]

"HA! HAHA!" Came the fakest laugh ever, "You're funny, Richie Rich! Abercrombie..." He shook his head, having more of a chuckle before turning towards the voice beside him.

"Heeeey, gorgeous!" He only too willingly obliged the fist bump, completing it with the mandatory bomb exploding sound and finger wiggle. "Ya, gurl, hit that and get yo drink on!"

Back to the other lady, and though she seemed to be busy holding conversation with somebody else, he had no problem with butting back in. "That's cool, baby, that's cool." Another sauve sip of his drink as he put the smoulder on. "I mean, your lookin fine too, doll, so it makes sense."

And then came his baby brother, who was given a raised brow but nothing more. G wasn't about to stop him from trying to get a drink.

With Rebecca's entrance, G-man stood on his stool and wolf whistled. "DAMN. Giddy up Miss Howdy! You lookin for a rid----"

His words cut off with the crash that came from outside, and before he could do or say anything, Dasz was gone.

"s**t! Dasz, stop!" Good times over, swag deflated, G-man scrambled off his stool, took another sip of his drink, and ran out of the bar, pushing threw the amassed crowds as he went.

Apparently just a little too late.

Fuuuuuuuuck.

After Andrew had clearly heard Dasz through the radio and still refused, there was a pause at the other end. <******** it," said the voice across the radio, "this is taking too long. I'm going to get rid of this guy first." There was a loud bang, and the radio went silent.

Karou groaned and then perked up as soon as she heard a glass breaking and running feet.

She grabbed the drunk girl, firmly but gently, pushed her to the ground as soon as she heard gun shots.

"Get down and stay down." She hissed as she took some cover.

What the actual f*****k? She looked towards the enterence, still in the bar. She doesn't know how many people are out there and as some people ran out to check she didn't know if any of them are injured or not.

Should she take the initiative? She then decided to go near the enterence and take a peek outside.