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He had not quite been expecting someone to bother him. Were there no bigger worries for these people? Then again he really had no idea who was approaching him since he could not quite see the guy over there. The resulting shrieking and attempting to kick the guy in the knee should have been no suprize.

Being a self-proclaimed survivalist meant he knew some stuff. Like what to do and when to do it. Now while Drake's emotionless tone might have been rather threatening it would not stop Tweak from bouncing up and making a run or it if not stopped. This would be accompanied by a, "******** you! It's mine!" as he scrambled, crawled, jogged, whatever you want to call his almost ninja-esque run.

...Which would totally result in him falling into Gabe's trench face first.

At the sound of a body falling into the hole, Gabriel was quick to raise his rifle and stare down the sights at the figure. He pushed the gum as close to his cheek as it possibly could. A habit that helped steady his nerves while aiming.

Now, grey zombies were one thing, but filthy street rats were totally different, and he quickly lowered the gun and stepped forward, picking the kid up by the arm and pushing him against the wall to make sure that he wasn't, in fact, one of the monsters terrorizing the city.

When he saw the gun, he was pretty much assured that Tweak wasn't going to be biting him.

"Kinda far away from the quarantine zone, aren't ya kid?"

He was a rather loud and obnoxious gum chewer, but it seemed like this annoying habit only accompanied him when he talked. Gabe straightened up and looked over the edge of the foundation wall before he ducked back down and leaned back against the stone surface. His eyes fell back on the runaway.

"Go ahead and pick that gun back up, you'll probably need it. And while you're at it, mind telling me what the hell you're doing running out here with that thing?"

((I think they're dead by now.))

((Bah, JB will be sure to utilize a very brutal survival of the fitest type deal. In which case I don't expect all to survive fully intact.))

Gregory shifted, stirring from his slumber. Rising from his position he grabbed his weapon and headed to the ladder he had set up into the impromptu opening to the roof.

Rising to the top he commanded a very impressive view. Bringing a set of binoculars to his eyes he was able to see further. Tracking billowing clouds of smoke he was able to see the area of a recent battle.

"Damn glad it wasn't about here."

[ OOC: Since the hoard is apparently dead or we would not be conversing...eh. I'm in two places at once. As such I'll respond to Dessie since his is more time convient. And if Tweak has anything going for him at all it would be speed, being a twig. Sorry Kuro, just easier this way! ]

Dude, what was with all these people and the touching? And why was he being pushed against the wall? Was this like that one time one of the weirder local pimps tried to hire him on? Apparently not, he did not have to stab someone in the groin this time thankfully. Nasty job it was!

"Pssh, as if I'm going to go lay low with those guys! So totally lame all hiding up there and ********' thieves." Ironic statement GET.

Glance at Gabe, at the gun, then back at Gabe before a nervous snicker. "Yeah man...ya see...we's got a problem." Wave the gun around a bit too freely. "I kind of gots a clue on how 'ta use it, but nothin' concrete. But thats coo' cause I'll figure it out in no time." Lots of body motion went along with this.

"Umm...I need to get into the city. Left some important stuff. Life and death man, life and death." Translation for those who did not understand that answer, 'There is this sweet antique shop that I can knock over and make bank on.', or something very similiar to that.

Gabe quirked an eyebrow, then looked at the man with the rifle. He sighed, and walked over to him.

"See this here?"

He would then set about explaining the various parts of the gun, how they worked, how to hold it, that sort of stuff. Then, after that, he basically stepped away from Tweak and blew another bubble before hoisting himself out of the trench. Now while he didn't trust the scrawny guy any further than he could throw him, Gabriel wasn't about to head out into zombie territory without someone capable of watching his back.

Or in this case, a quarter of the way capable. Gabe looked down at his watch.

"You've got ten minutes. Five minutes down, five minutes back. I'll go with you. Up and at 'em."