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Major Carver
He neared the humvee, a barrel to his back. A man infront of him opened the door and stepped aside for him to get inside. Slowing to a stop, Carver looked inside the Humvee,and back to the man behind him. Suddenly the forest grew quiet, and only the sounds of the fire crackling echoed around the forest. His captors noticed also, and nervously looked around into the woods, waiting to see what was coming. One man on the far side of the Humvee said "We got about four zombies headed our way, all walking." He opened fire, along with a few other soldiers. Carver watched as the first fell, the second, and by the third one fell the whole heard arrived. Seeing if they were surrounded, Carver spotted a man staring at him, and not one of the Militia soldiers. As their eyes locked, a battlefield erupted.

Everything seemed to slow down, the man next to Carver opened fire into the horde, a few fell but more took their place. Looking towards the man, he saw the ground making a line of dirt towards the man, and a tunneler shot out, tearing into the man with teeth and claws. Carver quickly dived into the Humvee, the captor with his handcuff keys quickly fell behind him, another tunneler attacking his back. Quickly grabbing the keys off the mans belt and kicking him out of the humvee, Carver began working on getting the cuffs off, hoping this wouldnt be his last battle.

Drake Forester
"Feel free, I wont bite." Drake said to the girl, giving her a wink. Sliding his revolver into his waistline, showing the two females that he showed no harm. The girl with the gun aimed it once again, and at first Drake thought it was towards him before he heard a step behind him.

"What the hell? Another person!" Drake said excitedly and curiously. Cocking the revolver in his pants just in case he stood back and watched how the two girls would deal with the two other survivors.​
 
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Cyrus 'YOSHI' Baldwin
Staying had been a horrible mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake. Just like trying to find out the source of the crash. Who knew that thinking resourcefully would lead him into his own potential demise. Yoshi - he almost felt scared. A tremor racking through his entire body in a single jolt at the first sign of the undead. It wasn't just their bodies, no. It was their putrid stench. Hitting him like a fist, and leaving him scrambling for a hiding place. But it was no use. They were too there, and he was too close. If he ran, they would only follow after him. If he remained alone like this, he would only serve as a single meal. No survival, no chance. Only a frenzy of teeth, blood, regret - and flesh. And then death. ​
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Yoshi wished his body didn't shake like this. ​
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Wished that he didn't falter when he pulled himself up the tree. Trying to be as silent and slow as possible, with his trembling fingers. They were focused on those firing into their hoard. But that didn't stop him from being reduced to a frightened child. Who didn't even so much as have a weapon. It had been so silent, towards his tree. Where had they come from? Or was it the crackling fire that called them there. Yoshi was -- Yoshi was scared. But it nearly didn't show on his face. Frantic and twitchy, even as he crawled into the leaves of the tree. Bending and moving his body to not touch anything but the branches he used to support himself. Though the success wasn't complete, it was there.​
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He remembered hearing the gunshots in cartoons, or in movies. But the real thing was wild. ​
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His hands found his ears. An fear found his tongue.​
It tasted bitter. ​
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Yoshi couldn't help anyone, like this. He couldn't even help himself. The only thing he could do -- was hide. Like a scared child...​
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But it was also the smart thing to do.​
Heart racing in his chest, he swallows down a silent wad of his own saliva, to wet his throat. ​
And hoped that it would be over soon. ​
Staring at the Humvee; and the body that had been pushed out of it. Through the mess of leaves - and with his poor eyesight. ​
 
Waking up, Jayce found all of the fake blood had stained into the mattress. Must have rolled in my sleep, he thought. Putting his equipment back on, he held his sniper rifle in his hands and sprinted out the door. Running, he saw a motel nearby. He looked through his ACOG scope and saw 2 women and 2 men inside of the lobby. ''Hm. Don't want to be a dick and shoot them, so why not go over there?'',he mumbled to himself. He kept on running and found a bush to hide in. After scanning the area for bandits, he ran inside of the lobby and pointed his guns at the people. ''Hi. You don't shoot, I don't shoot. Simple.'', he said.
 
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Anna gave a small nod, acknowledging his consent. She had just been about to check the man in front of her for any sign of injuries on his left arm, but during the process of beginning, she heard the woman behind her cock the gun she was holding once more. Anna turned on her, about to fire off, but when an unfamiliar voice entered the atmosphere, Anna's eyes flitted back to the man she had just started checking out, landing on a stranger behind the man in front of her. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion, appraising the new kid without any speech.
 
Alisa Kivino; Prime Time Hotel: Third Floor, darkred
~Present~
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Alisa was swinging from the fire-escape, though swinging was a nice way of putting it. With the chopper going down, and some rookie trying to scream with a hole in his throat, Alisa had gone with the option she thought was better than going down with the ship. The metal of the fire escape creaked, and the sling held taught around her, causing her to hang from her chest, like a puppet suspended on just one string. Her rifle was caught atop the railing of the fire escape, and sandwiched between that and the stairs on the escape. The sling was straining, but it was built to survive more weight than a person, so it would hold for now.

However, it doing it's own job didn't matter much when it's master was sleeping on the job. Her hair dangled in the air, blowing a little bit in the occasional breeze, moving her from side to side like a rocking crib. The creaking of the fire escape didn't go entirely unnoticed though. A low moan sounded from a mouth, a shuffling, newly turned infected shambling it's way towards Alisa's hanging body, and finding it too far off the ground for it to get to, a few drops of water occasionally splatting on it's face from what looked like a bullet wound in Alisa's back. So began a slow alarm noise, growing in pitch with the few others that would see the hanging treat, and head towards it, creak, drip, moan.

~Ten minutes Earlier~
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Alisa coldly shoved the bleeding solider out the side of the helicopter, going right with him and grasping him. Neither of them had a parachute, but it didn't matter for a fall like this. She felt something smack into her back like a fist, and a explosion of wet behind her. She didn't know if her vest didn't stop the bullet, or if her water supply had just been lost. That wasn't what was on her mind as she realized she wouldn't make it to the roof, her personal cushion's body slamming into the railing of the top floor of the fire escape, and the impact forcing her arms to let go.

The man's eyes went wide and then blank, shock, or death, having finally set in for him, but with the fall continuing, there wasn't much question as to how his fall ended. He bounced off the railing a few more times, before landing a broken heap on the ground below with a loud splat, and the crunch of bones breaking, limbs splayed at unnatural angles and blood spreading from beneath him. Alisa's fall didn't go much better, she hit her leg on the railing after her plan failed to let her even grab the railing, tumbling, before throwing out her gun at the fire escape, hoping it'd catch. Though she might have regretted that instantly as her fall came to a sudden stop, feeling something pop in her back and the breath leave her lungs, there was a gasp before Alisa's world faded to black. A man in what looked like a suit missing half a face kneeled over the crumpled body in the alley below, and began to eat at it's cooling body, starting at the neck.
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~Present~​

This was probably the most uncomfortable night's rest Alisa had ever had. Her back hurt, there was a wet spot all over it too, and there was this guy in pain that wasn't shutting up. Her eyes slowly opened to a swinging sun, which was weird, the sun shouldn't move from side to side like that. She then moved to sit up, and found her body moving without gravity. She flailed for a few seconds before grabbing a railing of some sort, and pulling herself close, looking about and trying to figure out where she was. She looked down, seeing three gaping maws ready to catch her, and then heard gunfire down the street. She struggled to work the logistics of how to climb into the fire escape without falling, swinging a leg over, untangling her gun, then going all the way over. She then headed down the fire escape, licking her lips, feeling parched, and going to try and get a drink from her pack, finding it try as her lips sucked the nozzle for a moment, coming up with hardly a splash.

She stopped, shrugging off the pack holding the water and jerky for a moment, before finding the pack to have a hole in it, probably a pistol round or something else low caliber. She cursed in Russian before slinging on the pack again, and deciding it was time to get rid of the moaning alarm. A hand wrapped around her pistol, drawing it from the holster on her abdomen, before both of her hands went to it to hold it steady. She went down a floor on the fire escape, before leaning out over the railing. She let the sights line up on the first one's forehead, and put a calm round into it's head, watching it go limp, before moving to the next target, firing again, and switching to the last, for a final shot. She then kicked the fire escape's ladder, watching it clatter to the ground, before climbing down it, tucking away the pistol. She pulled it out as she approached the end of the alleyway, rifle hanging from her chest, before hearing another moan, and seeing the broken body of the solider shot in the neck from earlier. She frowned a little bit, taking aim, before firing once, and then putting away her pistol, grasping her rifle as she peeked around the corner to the sight of a war-zone. She ducked back immediately, seeing something in the park, in the trees to be exact.

Alisa looked behind her for a moment, before slowly taking a knee, and putting the side of her barrel up against the wall, and her left hand under the barrel of the gun, with the hand open palmed to support it against the wall, giving herself a stable firing position. She took a few moments looking through the holographic sight before deciding the thing in the trees was either a coward, or a vulture, ready to pick the corpses clean of equipment when it was done, before shifting her position to get a idea of what was gathering around what looked like some sort of vehicle. She squinted, before seeing what looked like the old guy trying to head off this expedition, already captured, a sign of a strong and competent leader no doubt. She then started trying to look for a way to get him out of his situation. She had been told she would get a bonus for each survivor that escaped, and with the helicopter down, she assumed survivors would now extend to anyone originally supposed to be in the mission.

She looked for anything big and nasty for to give a good loud and bright distraction, but only finding unlit signs, and a Humvee that wasn't driving through a mass of that size. Which made her decide that if it wasn't driving, it'd be the distraction itself. She eyed it for a good while, trying to look for anything on it, before seeing a spare fuel tank sitting on the incline of the back roof of it. She eyed the straps for a moment, before taking a aim on the cap of the can. she reached slowly to turn the safety on the rifle to auto, then to semi, before firing once, and missing the can entirely. She took another breath, before firing again, not hitting the cap, but hitting the can, gasoline pouring out of it, having struck it about the middle next to the Humvee. The gas poured out from the newly created hole, but didn't ignite, no sparks causing that just yet. She took aim again, watching the gas soak the back of the Humvee as she aimed at the glistening streak. She fired once, the bullet ricocheting off into God knows where, before firing again, a spark catching the streak, and a fire spreading, her distraction complete. Now it was on the old man to see if he could use it.
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Sylvia eyed everyone in the room. There were too many people in one place. It just wasn't a comfortable situation. She looked at the man who dared to point a gun at her and kept her aim on him. "You're not the one making the rules here. You don't barge in on a group of people threatening to shoot. We may not have morals, but there are certain things you just don't do, my dear." she gave him a grin, but lowered her gun anyways, walking straight towards him. She stopped three feet in front of him, the gun staring her straight in the eye. "So, I'm assuming you didn't come here to make friends, not with that attitude anyways. What do you want? Supplies? Help? We don't have any of that here."

She already trusted that the other three were infection-free. None of them chomped down on her yet, and she doubted that this guy would either, but she just wasn't comfortable with this many people. She wanted to leave, but there were choppers outside. There were people searching for survivors and trying to take them away from the mainland. God forbid, they take away her prey. What would she hunt then? "So why don't we all promise not to shoot each other and leave while we're ahead?" she said with a toothy smile. Something wasn't quite right with her, but after being isolated and hunted for so long, she was bound to lose her mind at some point. Perhaps this many people would tip her over the edge.
 
Darwin frowned as he lowered his hand. Nobody accepted his handshake. How rude! Everyone's attention was now on another guy, who entered soon after him. And he dared to aim his gun! Darwin's rage built.
"So why don't we all promise not to shoot each other and leave while we're ahead?" said the girl with red hair. Her voiced soothed him; his rage subsided. The idea of leaving sounded great to Darwin. However, he didn't want to be alone again. He missed human interaction. He nodded. "Alright. Where are y'all headed?"
 
Anna pursed her lips, tearing a suspicious gaze away from the new boy, then looking towards the new stranger who had just entered. Great. Too many in one package. "We don't know yet, from the looks of it," she spoke, eyeing the stranger with a suspicion, running a few fingers through her hair. "We only just ran into each other not too long ago. All I've been doing is just running for my life, fighting off Infected around this area."
 
''I came here to loot a place, and no-one is going to get in my way. I'm just trying to make sure no-one is going to kill me while I am scavenging.'' said the young man. ''Well, see ya.'' Running to the stairs, he looked for the nearest room to loot. He shot off the lock and looked around the room and found some Gushers, and nothing else. At least I got a snack, he thought. Opening the packet and popping one into his mouth, he looked for some other places to look for items he may want to use. ''Well, that encounter was quick... And unnecessary.'', whispered Jayce to himself. Holding his gun tightly against his shoulder, he proceeded to the 3rd level of rooms.
 
Anna raised an eyebrow at the new man who had just entered only a few minutes ago, watching him strangely as he ran in the group's general direction. Anna scooted out of the way for him to get by, then looked towards the others. "Just leave him be. He doesn't seem to care much about running into us. For now, we need to think of a plan. Something to help us get by." She glanced at everyone around her- two men, two women- including herself. "Are we all good in terms of being civil? No one's going to kill each other?"
 
Kurureenu heard them coming before the others had made them known. She stayed in the tree, though, and watched as the chaos below became even more chaotic. Maybe she was more-so mentally preparing herself. From where she sat, she could see one person climb up the tree, wondering if she was imagining how hard he was shaking or not. Her gaze pulled away from him and back over toward the older gentleman, who was now in the Humvee, soldiers falling to the two tunnelers that managed to accompany the hoard of zombies. The girl was getting ready to intervene, feeling like that person would be an excellent help in the future, but a metallic sound made her pause. She strained to see if she could hear it again, waiting, before a burst of flames grew. The surprise of it almost knocked her off her branch, but she held on.

This is perfect, actually! she thought, watching the flames spring to life and distracting the chaos away from it or toward it, but away from the Humvee with the man. She hopped down from the tree, landing on her feet but muttering a curse from the force of the landing. She stood up and sprinted over toward the Humvee, using her dagger to take down any distractions that got in her way noiselessly. It seemed that the tunnelers had dropped back into the ground, the light from the flames scaring them off for the time being. She hopped up, sliding into the Humvee with the older gentleman in it.

"Don't freak out, I'm here to help," she muttered, taking the keys from him to quickly unlock the cuffs that bound his wrists before stumbling her way back out of the Humvee and away from it. "Hurry up, now." She started heading away, wanting to get away from the burning vehicle before it got worse. "You, too, kiddo!" she called up, pausing under the tree with the other person who climbed up it for mere seconds before continuing to work away, keeping her dagger in hand to cut down anything that got in her way.
 
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Drake Forester
Way to many people. Way to many fucking people. That played over and over through Drakes head. Shaking his head he instinctively started to back up "I'm not gunning to kill anyone, unless they try first of course. I dont know what y'all are planning on doing in this city, but I gotta cut through it. I heard of a military base that evacuates people to safe havens. Thats what I plan on doing. What about yall?" He asked leaning against a wall, his eyes going from each survivor, his eyes finally stopping on the blonde girl that was holding the bloody pole moments ago.


Major Carver
"Dont freak out, I'm here to help." Carver couldnt help by smile, and chuckle some. Responding as he opened the door, he said "Easier said then done kid." Looking around the battle field, the infected savagely attacked the humans, no one was left unhurt. Looking towards the helicopter, he spotted his bag, gun, and mask underneath the body of a fellow soldier. Looking towards his savior, running towards the forest and back to his belongings he shook his head. Running to his bag, he dodged an infected man, his right arm blown off from god knows what. Grabbing his things, he turned and ran after the woman that saved him, and away from the war.
 
Anna raised an eyebrow at Drake's statement about the military base evacuating survivors to a safe haven. There were more survivors. That sounded wonderful. "Are you serious?" she questioned, amusement sparkling in her eyes. "As a matter of fact, that's where I was planning on going to, as well."
 
Alisa; Rain Harbor Park: Outer Edges , darkred
Alisa watched through the sight as some woman ran over to Drake, speaking a few words in the chaos, and then running off into the forest. She watched her go for only as long as she felt she needed to, snapping back to search the chaos for the old man, finding him looting something from the helicopter, before he too fled. She shifted a little bit in place, shifting one let out more, extending it some to press against the wall better and give herself a better firing position, before taking aim on the remaining humans in the fray. She searched their gear through the sight, identifying civilian, and military rifles, with no real training for some of them, but others moving quite professionally. She decided that the one looking like they were trying to shout out orders was the best to take care of first. She took aim, first centering on his chest, then spotting a vest. She took a breath, lifting the rifle's sights up higher some, to his face, and exhaling slowly. She waited for about half a second, before firing, a round whizzing through the air like a angry bee, and striking him in the side of the neck, to a spectacular spray of blood.

It was the perfect catalyst for things to start collapsing, the spray of blood hid where the bullet had actually come from, so the veterans were struggling to pinpoint the location of the shooter, while the rookies screamed, firing wildly into a mass of bodies, the requirement to kill one of the things they're facing forgotten now. Alisa took aim again, steadying herself, before releasing another round into one of the screaming individuals, and lifting her head from the sight. She nodded once, before standing up, peeking around the corner some again, seeing the rout truly in progress now. It was a short stint across the street from the building now, but that didn't mean it was a safe one for her. She took a hunched stance, putting the butt of the rifle to her shoulder, and started across the street. It was a stance half for keeping low, and half for being able to move and fire. She was in no need to actually fire any rounds as she went though, despite her rifles steady sweeps from side to side, and the occasional glance over her shoulder. She put a foot on the brick part of the fence, using it as a springboard to lift the rest of herself over and in without incident, a hand placing itself on the top of the fence to help her movement. She didn't bother rolling on the other side, landing solidly with her rifle up again, checking for targets, before moving through the trees.

She needed to find the civilian that had been stuck in the trees now, Carver could wait, and they were likely to leave a trail for her to follow anyway. She swept her rifle through the trees, looking up occasionally to search the branches, in case he had moved, before reaching the one she had spotted him in earlier. She stepped away from it for a moment, rifle up and trained in it, before speaking in a stage-whisper type voice "Climb down, hands up, no sudden movements." It was a order, no mistaking the tone, despite the volume. She glanced to either side of herself after speaking, making sure the area was clear, before looking back up at him, the rifle having stayed trained on him the whole time, even if she wasn't looking through it.
 
Lux Carter; Carter Residence
Sitting on the rooftop that expanded outside the window of her deceased little sister's room, Lux waited. For what? Who knew. No matter how much she traveled she always seemed to find herself right back where she started. She didn't know if it was because of her need to belong or just the utter fear of losing all memory of the only family she ever knew. It had been a long dreadful couple months and she didn't know how much more she could take. Between losing her parents, shooting her sister and the overall mass hysteria of the infected outbreak, She began losing herself more and more each day. The female clutched dearly onto her jacket as she white-knuckle gripped onto a small polaroid portrait in her dainty but scarred and bruised hand. As she looked down she could see the smiling face of her 13 year old sister, Lea. She smiled faintly at the memory of the little girls smile that could light up a room. A single tear escaped from her pale blue eyes as she quickly pulled herself together and pulled out her zippo from her left pocket. Flipping it open and striking a flame as she lit fire to the only remaining memory she had left of Lea. All the while vouching to herself and the universe that she would never speak of her past again.

Just as the last of the photo turned to ash, She heard a loud bang. The woman had been too distracted to even realize their had been a helicopter overhead until she heard the gunshots... The terrible , terrible gunshots that lead her back to the worst night of her life. She quickly shook the thoughts out of her mind and stood up rather quickly as she instantly became alert. She watched as the helicopter spun out of control and into the forest less than a mile a way. Quick on her feet she retreated back into the house as she grabbed her backpack full of medicine and stuffed the machete down its sheath at her side. In a full sprint , Lux dashed in and out of yards towards the crash site, being sure to remain stealthy in order to avoid the infected.

Just as she reached the edge of the forest she heard another even larger explosion as she watched flames erupt from what seemed out of nowhere. " Shit!" She whispered as she ducked behind a big oak tree. She peeked very lightly from around the corner as she watched the hysteria of violence break lose. " Maybe this wasn't such a good idea" She thought to herself. Just then she watched as an elder man and a woman escape past the vehicle. She sighed a breath of relief. " Ah, they survived. Good" She slouched down against the roots of the tree as she heard a female voice , "Climb down, hands up, no sudden movements." Lux jumped slightly as she thought the comment was directed to her. Until she realized she wasn't even in a tree. The woman peeked around the tree once more just enough to catch a glimpse of the female and a seemingly frightened male sitting in a branch up in the tree. Lux's throat instantly became dry as she removed her machete from it's sheath. Unaware if these "survivors" were friends or foes... " Maybe they won't notice me", she hoped.
 
⌈ Cyrus YOSHI Baldwin ⌋​
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He saw them, moving away - inconspicious and quick. Their blurred shapes and colors -- not even a little dificult to differentiate from the earth - and the colors that had been dulled by the grim light. And he stiffened as a result -- muscles tightening, as if he prepared to move after them. But there may still be more of them roaming around...Yoshi didn't like it, Yoshi didn't like this, and above all (not really.) Yoshi didn't appreciate how uncomfortable it was within the tree. An itch that he couldn't quite scratch without moving, shifting - making his presence obvious. But the thick tension was enough to make him neglect the thought. It wasn't silent, after that. There was fire -- it was hot, crackling, and no doubt going as strong as it could. The grime and dirt on his face seemed all the moister - be it sweat, or his imagination. ​
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Staring at the fleeing pair so much, that he didn't even notice the girl's presence. No, not a girl. A woman. ​
His first mistake? Probably. ​
The silence of the Gunshot's lacking had been almost too comofrting of a sound. ​
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Her voice, however, was not. ​
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"..." Silent, like he didn't know that he was talking to her. Shifting slightly -- not enough to be noticed, right?...Right? -- But when her demand received silence - he began to worry. What did he have to worry about? Why was she here -- did she notice him? Couldn't be. All of the fear that he'd bitten back and overshadowed with calm came rising back in his throat. Warm, scorching even. With reason to be afraid. "..." If he didn't say anything - didn't do anything, she wouldn't have done anything. Right? He tried to swallow it back into the deep pit of his stomach -- someplace where he wouldn't feel it, taste it, so insistently. ​
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The air was starting to get cooler, and his sweat felt like a layer of ice against it, and against his skin.​
He couldn't even see her, but by her voice -- a whisper, that he heard clear enough to make him scared -- she was close.​
Too close for comfort.​
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( Sorry -- I had no idea that you'd been addressing Yoshi;; ) ​
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Kurureenu aimed to escape from the cover of the forest and get back to the streets. She wanted to go back to looking for a vehicle, but with the current commotion of fire and explosions and noise, it was best to get into a building and lock up. She led the way, leaving her dagger out and moving with quick but quiet footsteps to propel her toward her building of choice, nudging the door open and glancing inside with the dagger held ready before turning back toward the older man.

"Looks clear. With everything that's happened, I think we should just sit and wait until things calm down," she told him before heading into the building. She wanted to commandeer the roof as soon as possible because, not only did it provide a decent vantage point to what was happening in the outside world, but it also decreased the possibility of someone sneaking up on her since there was always one door to the roof. In most cases, that is.
 
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Current Emotion; Disoriented | Current Area; Helicopter Crash | Currently with; Myself​
Sarah.V.Cross, white
"Ouch."Sarah awoke with a strike of pain. What happened again? Oh that's right, the helicopter and some scumbags. This was a bad place to crash. She was surrounded by trees, without a clue on which way to go. Wait, before she leaves that she needed her gear. Her hands slammed on her chest. Bullet proof vest was still here. Thank God. Now getting up she could feel all her bruises catching up with her, but no time to check her wounds. Fearlessly, she entered the wreckage grabbing her bag of supplies along with her sniper. She put the sniper in the bag though it didn't fit completely it wouldn't fall out. Since she still needed something on hand, she pulled out her pistol. A track from a vehicle, fresh too. She ran following it. Examining the area where the HumVee crashed from a distance. Then she saw two people. Her superior officer Major Something, and a girl who was guiding Major Something somewhere. With no other signs of survivors she followed them at a distance. Now they entered the building, she cautiously came closer just outside the building. She then was at the door way and so she wouldn't appear infected she said just loud enough for them to hear," Hey you guys and Major Something."


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Alisa; Rain Harbor Park; Outer Edges, darkred
Alisa waited a few moments, gun still trained, eyes scanning her surroundings, before she started aiming more towards where she thought the head would be. She wasn't planning on waiting around because someone wouldn't comply, and she wasn't going to waste time hauling around a prisoner either. "Climb down, now. I'm not going to fire a warning shot." Despite what she said, the gun was on auto, so while it might not be a warning shot, it was going to be one. The barrel remained steady, not moving a hair, despite her heads occasional sweeps from side to side.

She heard something, some sort of scrape of leather on metal, or a piece of cloth against a tree maybe, it was hard to really tell. She didn't take chances, and went with the first one though, her forward hand slowly coming off the gun, and reaching to grab her knife, the draw slow and steady. The oiled sheath hardly made a noise as the blade came out, the light edge of the cutting blade being almost the only indicator it was in her hand, other than her new grip. She was holding it in reverse, with her other hand holding the rifle steady against her shoulder. It came up gently, resting it under the barrel of the gun again, the knife sticking out to the side, in position to very quickly switch to close quarters.

Her scanning became more frequent now, feeling eyes on her, though she couldn't quite tell from where, she decided to pressure the possible threat in the tree first rather than switching to something else. She made a quick plan, and went with it. They'd get down, or die, then she was free to deal with anything else in the area. "Five seconds." Things were going to come to a head, one way or another, she could already feel her body tensing and the adrenaline flowing, her body relaxing slightly into the gun, ready to move now. "Four... Three... Two..."
 
Jordan runs around, he enters some sort of sea harbor, he sees a woman with a weapon, she didnt seem like a Nerd, but just to be careful, he crouched down, put on his gas mask, it makes a rasping noise, he hisses under his breath, draws his machete, and proceeds toward the possible Nerd-lady.
 
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