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Peter raised his head, sighing. "It'll become more difficult as we get more people, we'll be out here for a couple weeks, maybe months. And then, I'll have to lead everyone home. We need to get more food first. Tomorrow, we will need to focus on finding survivors," said Peter. He then stood up, he didn't like what he was about to say, but it was necessary for them to live. "Listen up! We need four volunteers to go to the Target nearby. It's a few miles from here, and you will have to travel on foot to avoid attention. If no one goes, it is likely that we will face hunger," he said. It was a very dangerous task that needed very quiet and smart people. At night, hordes of over thirty infected roam city streets. One wrong move would absolutely get them killed.

"I volunteer Sir!" Ashley stood up.

Another volunteered after those three did. Peter walked over to the four, and with a marker, marked the location on their map. He also passed each of them an empty plastic bag. Unlike the many other plastic bags within the Target, the ones they were given were meant for a stronger load. Anything they would need, mostly food, they could get there. Bad news, it was surrounded, getting inside was as difficult as getting out, also, they had to do so in darkness, their flashlights at a lower setting so it wouldn't attract unwanted attention.

Two others who weren't going, unlocked one door, made sure it was clear, before letting them out and locking it afterwards. The two who were monitoring the ground from the roof would recognize them when they came back. As long as nothing went wrong.

Ashkey followed with her gun and flashlight.

Now nearing the Target, some infected were seen in the distance. The front was obviously a crappy idea, too many zombies, and not enough time to get through the door. However, the other entrances, like the back, and the side were easier.

xXxHibiki moved with the grace of a snake through the doorway on the side of the building with simple handguns strapped to his upper thighs, the sides of his ribs and his lower back. Although he had mostly handguns, he still had a rifle on him just in case. Most of his ammunition consisted of handgun, but he had a couple boxes of rifle ammunition as a back-up. It was like his special weapon in a videogame.
xXxSo far he was the quietest one of the group and he hadn't grabbed that plastic bag Peter had tried giving him. It just screamed eat me in his mind. At least he'd had training with guns and knew quite well that gun shops had duffelbags. They were technically meant to carry multiple guns alongside ammunition in which he'd taken as much as he could to the safe house then took a second duffelbag rolled up in the first out in order to gather as many supplies as he could in the similar bag on this mission. Then again, his brain worked overtime unlike most people. How Peter Mercer never thought of it he'd never know, but he had and he was going to use it.
xXxPadding quickly yet quietly through the building, he started filling the duffelbag of supplies while listening for any sound that didn't seem human. To the rest of the group he would seem aloof, playful and not really taking things seriously. Although he would seem like a goof, he was most likely one of the fastest at moving around, sharpest at shooting and relatively quiet thus less noticeable. Would Peter notice if he rigged up explosives to help them break through huge hordes of zombies? He could always just say he found them lying around and pretend to ask Peter what they were. It even sounded fun.