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"Sure, let's go." she muttered back to him. She jumped out of the bed of the truck and onto the pavement, landing with her weight on her good leg. "If you find some gauze, I need it." she called, looking at her bloddy leg.

Shannon unsheathed her blade and followed behind silently. She darted ahead and dropped the weapon. Focusing, she morphed into her werewolf form. Her black and gold fur, long and matted, fell from her body and covered her in her coat. Snarling, she glanced inside the store. It was empty, that was for sure. Sniffing, she went inside and smelled out not only food but a large display of medical supplies that had been knocked on the floor.

Shannon morphed back, already laughing. "Oh, calm down you big sissy." she snorted before lifting up fallen display and grabbing some pain killers and guaze. She took a few pills as she wrapped the guaze over her leg. "Much better" she mumbled to herself.

Shannon pulled herself up and walked outside. She picked up her blade and placed it back in it's spot on her back. "Any preferances?" she asked the men as she made her way over to a large rack with chips on it.

Shannon nodded to Gabe. "Sure thing. Anything for you, Tony?" she asked, picking up a pack of salt and vinegar chips for herself. Shannon noticed the shocked faces on the faces of her companions. "You'd think I turned into a clam by the looks on your faces..." she muttered, shaking her head.

Shannon was looking at all the goods inside the store. 'I could see staying here for a while...' she thought to herself. There was enough food to last three for at least two weeks.

Shannon rolled her eyes. "Go ahead and eat them. There can't be much more in there." she laughed, opening her chips and digging in.

((Sorry it's so short. Going through some rough times right now.))

((Wow! It's Alive!!! Ill post, but I might not be on in the next few days,,,my families house got foreclosed... crying ))


Tony watched Shannon closely. Yeah, she seemed nice, but he didn't want razor-sharp teeth digging into his throat any time soon. Pushing his worries aside and not noticing Gabe's look, he followed the woman. When they stepped up to the rack, he didn't say anything, but grabbed a bag of gummies from a nearby rack. Tearing it open, he picked a few of the brightly colored candies, popping them into his mouth. He gave a Mmmmm.... of satisfaction at the fruit-juice flavors. Content, for the first time in a while, he leaned back against the window, and listened expectantly to Gabe and Shannon's exchange.

Just as Gabe asked how Shannon had gotten that way, there was a noise. Tony listened, but couldn't heart anything, and dispelled the fact. Suddenly, however, the glass behind him shattered. Falling back and hitting the sidewalk with an 'Umph' Tony found himself looking at the world up-side-down. At first he saw nothing, then suddenly, something began grabbing at his waist. He looked down his heat pounding in his chest, and saw a rotting, one eyed face staring back. It had it's frail, emaciated arms wrapped around his chest like a vice, and it was leaning it's head forward to take a bite. Tony grabbed his rifle, which had fallen beside him when he slipped out the window, slamming it down on the things face. Teeth and bits of rotting flesh and bone splattered across the remains of the window as the things head caved in like a watermelon. Tony lay his head back, his chest heaving and eyes closed. When he opened them, however, he realized that they were not alone. From wither side of the building a handful of undead were shuffling forward, their moans rising up in the dry, dusty air. "s**t!" Tony shouted, prying the dead arms of the now faceless zombie from his sides.

GABE

Gabe scrambled up at Shannon's bequest. "Hang on!" He jumped over the rack next to him, tipping it over and sending postcards flying and sunglasses clattering across the linoleum.

The sickly brown blood of the zombies was already beginning to coat the floor, and Gabe slid a bit on his way to slice a zombie whose jaws were opening to snap at Tony. Gabe whipped the machete from his back and swung hard, decapitating the brute. Spurts of liquid rot sprayed from the zombie's neck. Several more zombies were starting to emerge from the houses around the gas station. Gabe rushed toward a particularly slow moving one and hacked at its shoulder while it's gray-green hands tried to grab him. One more stroke and a tall zombie with knotted blonde hair had also gone down, spraying muck all over his arms. But they just kept coming. Gabe cursed under his breath until he looked back into the store. In one aisle he saw glittering bottles.

"Guys! Cover me!!" he yelled, bursting back through the broken window and into the store. He grabbed two bottles from the shelf. "Bacardi 151...never much liked you anyways." He swiftly unscrewed the tops and stuffed two rags from the cashier's drawer into the tops. A quick grab at the glass box behind the counter and the Molotov cocktails were ready. With the lighter in one hand, and the bottles in the other, Gabe sprinted back out the window. He ran as far as he could from the gas station in the few minutes he had, drawing some of the zombies towards him. Hope I'm far enough away...All I need is the whole place going up He flicked the lighter. Nothing. He flicked again. A tiny spark.

The rum was quickly soaking the rags and beginning to wet his hands. s**t. The eight or so zombies that had followed him were now closing in. "Uh.....guys?!"

[[@Red Aw man : ( I'm so sorry. Your family is in my prayers, man!
@Poppy GORRRRE : D I'm so excited!! Maybe we'll even get some new peeps soon!]]