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The steady drone of four massive propellers seemed to make the city vibrate with energy. To the bat it was a little unsettling in its volume and just how much of reminded her of how isolated they were. Those large ears folded backwards to muffle the noise while doing their best not to completely eavesdrop on the fox and man remaining at the rooftop.

When the chutes began to appear in the sky she was unlucky enough to not notice they weren't the usual ones that carried supply crates down. Obscured by morning haze there was little chance to figure out what the chute carried down.

A little instinctual calculating had the she-bat judging distances and feeling for the winds fingers before the leap. Still unsure if the pair would ever shut up on the roof she couldn't quite help herself. "Just kiss already, will ya'!?" It was a jab. One that she wouldn't let them snap back at as the gravel rooftop gave way. Nothing but open air between the bat and the ground.

Leathery skin plumed open to catch the wind. Some fabric under her arm tore from being stretched too rapidly. Even the warm air was trying to help her with a rising thermal, adding precious yards to a rooftop somewhere below where she predicted the parachute to land.
 
Aegis watched as the other Operatives left the belly of the beast into the unknown below. "Time to rock and roll it seems." He said double checking the security of his equipment. While for some he might be considered ill equipped, he knew how to work more with less. And generally the enemy always had enough equipment to work with if a plan b was needed. He ran towards the back of the ship giving a give salute to the crewman before leaping out of the plane himself diving straight down until straightened himself up and pulled the chute to slow his descent. Once he slowed down enough he used his wings to help guide him to a safe spot on a rooftop, or so he thought. Once he landed on the tin roof with a thud the frame shattered beneath him sending him into the second floor of the building.

He laid there on the floor for a moment before taking off the hung up chute and trying to catch his bearings. This wasn't what he'd call a grand entrance, but he has landed in worse. Though the smell of the building defiantly brought back memories of old missions. He grabbed a dresser and pushed it over to look through a window it had blocked. Once he saw the area was clear he jumped from the window onto the roof of another one story building to try and get a glimpse on his surroundings.
 
"Hello Insert-Name-Here!"

The view would have been great, were the human not a little more focused on the skip below: the shortcut. That Dmitir had fallen silent for a moment might also be a factor in the human suddenly getting cold feet, but the sudden touch to his shoulder and a quick explanation made him feel better. "So you've already made the jump before. Good enough for me," he states, taking a step back to steel himself before rushing forth and dropping down, oblivious to any response the fox might've given him in the few seconds he had before the jump.

<"Just kiss already, will ya'!?">

He'd heard the voice just before making the drop, stumbling before he quite reached the edge, and on the way down the human lost almost all of his focus to inane questions flooding his mind. Who was that? How long had she been there? Halfway toward the bottom he at least gets his feet facing the right direction, but from above all that can be heard is-

"Why in the hel-?!" *crunch*

The garbage below smelled terrible. Apart from the usual refuse, at least some of it included discarded towels and clothing, but the crunch came from beer bottles underneath being smashed on impact. The human's knees buckled upon impact and he rolled slightly to the side to absorb the shock of the landing, at which point he was likely to be accompanied by a second crash in the dumpster. Grumbling to himself, he gets back up on his feet afterward, pulling his sledge-hammer back out and keeping his eyes out for the expected mass of creatures he'd been referring to as 'Frankenstein-Monsters' for the past several months. Or 'Fronkensteen-monsters,' depending on his mood.

"Damn bats," is all he utters out before leading his companion down the street, several alley-ways and even through a few detours he'd found, chasing after one of the dropped 'packages' that had fallen from the plane.


Cecilia Freiyalise

Given the order to go, Cecilia grips onto the side while tightening her harness on. Of course the only person with a direct line to Mission Control leapt out first, followed by a few others. Once the cargo bay clears up, the otter-woman makes her way to the rear, breaking out into a light jog before leaping out into the sky with her limbs spread wide. She closes her eyes at first, bracing for the intense wind hitting her right in the face, but long before she's in danger of touching down she pulls the cord on her parachute.

"Erk!"

With a sudden jerk, Cecilia is left staring over the city. To see people from this height... They look like ants, and the sheer number of them in the streets made them look like a swarm. Shaking her head, she tries looking around for the other members of her squad, but of course the delay made maneuvering toward them a challenge for the aerial novice. "No worries," she tells herself, "Just link up and rendezvous after landing. After all... We shouldn't be too far apart from one another.. right?"

Guiding herself down, the otter's eyes widen when she discovers she's on a collision course with a billboard. Adding to that, the parachute marked her to anyone with an open view of the sky as a source of 'supplies,' and she didn't have her gun out. "Yeah, nuts to that," she muses to herself while cutting her harness open. In moments, she suddenly starts picking up speed on her descent, flipping to invert herself as she dives into the water.

Several minutes of swimming later, she finally comes up for air, hopefully having placed enough distance between herself and her original dropping point.
 
Lieutenant LAZARUS Thompson
"WOOOO, HOOOOOOO-!!" the fox howled as he descended at familiar speeds. The exhilarating flow of wind against him brought him to a familiar sense of life. Familiar taste of air, familiar flow, familiar motion. Waving his arms strategically to zoom to his personally set drop point, Lazarus finally pulled the cord on his parachute. A swift and familiar yank and safety was assured.

"Lieutenant Thompson is approaching the drop point. First order of business will be to recon the AO, and rendezvous with the squad," he monologued to himself.

He felt around on his person for his radio and hatchet. As he hit the ground, he undid his harness and repacked his parachute. After he packed up, he secured his pistol and rifle for combat ready status and slipped back in. A parachute can be stupidly useful at times, and it was the only way for him to carry his equipment. Radio in hand, he tried to search the operation frequency for his squadmates.

"This is GRE Operative, Lieutenant Lazarus Thompson checking in with squad. I've touched down at the AO, requesting rendezvous point, does anyone copy? I repeat, requesting rendezvous, do you copy?"
KANSAS Rush

Meanwhile, Kansas is searching her blocks as she hears the familiar airplanes flying overhead. A drop was coming down. As a modest crew, that meant bad news. People would storm and kill if a drop landed in their scouting range. It looked as though one would land in her area until she found out a hot minute later that those were people! One, an anthropomorph, was headed into her scavenging territory. That anthro will be set upon in minutes. If they're unappreciative of the help she was about to give, she could shoot them and take their gear back home. For now, however, it seemed they wouldn't have a choice but to fight alongside her. She heard the distant clamor of bandits hollering and hurried off to the rescue.[/hr][/HR][/HR]
 
Survivor

Dmitir flinched when the bat came in with her interrupting shots, and as he turned around to look she was gone and all he heard was that one guy's shouting echo as he fell to the bottom. "I think it was the..." The fox said, trailing off as he looked over to where the man used to be, "... Oh. Right then!" Just as he said that he took a few steps back then sprinted to jump off the edge, a loud cheer exiting his lungs before he hit the bottom with a loud grunt. There he was greeted with the awful stench of heated garbage, but it was something he appreciated compared to some of the monsters he had to deal with.

"Ah cheer up~ Atleast she didn't push you off, right?" The fox added, trying to relieve the situation a bit as he trailed behind the survivor. Eventually though the fox went to the side where a staircase that lead up to a porch was and leaped up to grab the rail, a quiet grunt escaping him as he lifted himself up and balanced himself onto the rail so to jump for the roof. One upside to the slums was that the buildings weren't too tall to climb if you knew where to do it. Once the young runner made it to the top he looked over the edge to spot out that guy then began running along the edge to keep up with him.

Operative

The initial feeling was intense as the wind brushed past his fur at high speeds, but eventually the wolf got used to it as he dropped altitude at a extreme rate. He positioned himself though to loose some speed as he glanced over at the torn city that he had only seen from the blockades before he was shoved into this suicide mission. There wasn't much time to ponder and go into deep thought though, for the unfamiliar feeling of falling through the sky brought that subtle fear of messing up and dying early kicked in, and right when he reached the advised altitude he pulled the cord, a gruff huff of breath escaping his lungs as the parachute caught him and gave him a safer drop.

Unlike a select few the specialist wasn't soo fortunate for he spotted the shambling figures on the street as he closed in on a slanted roof beneath him. It wasn't the optimal spot to land, but it was the only one he had to take for time ran short and once he landed with a loud thud the wolf slipped on the metal sheet. A gasp came out and immediately Dienarde reached out and grabbed for the closest thing, some tube that looked to be an improvised chimney made of metal pipes. When the immediate danger of meeting the hoard beneath was evaded he could finally relax for a minute, his radio coming to life with chatter.

"This is GRE Operative, Lieutenant Lazarus Thompson checking in with squad. I've touched down at the AO, requesting rendezvous point, does anyone copy? I repeat, requesting rendezvous, do you copy?"


The message caught Dienarde's ear and immediately he gave the radio a heavy pat before undoing the velcro that secured the device in it's pocket. When he managed to do that with one hand, his other hand having a firm grip on the pipe he pressed the transmission button then spoke. "Anyone see a key point? The guys outside recommended the apartments to the north, but I suspect that it will take a lot of our day just to get there." He replied, tucking his radio away so to work on freeing himself from his parachute.
 
Joseph took loaded the equipment and slung it on his pack. He even stuffed the whole parachute in there, thinking it would be good for either sleeping or burning for heat. He didn't bother to make contact with the others even though he heard them here and there, only when he got up and brushed himself off did he say something on the channel "Operative Joseph Corvus here." and then that was it, he didn't wait for a response, much less care for one, he just wanted this to be another job, another notch on the stick, and another day to survive. He leaped across from one slum house to another, keeping his handgun close by just in case any monsters decide to come show their face around him.

Around four buildings in, and up, Joseph heard a sound, but not one of those 'natural apocalyptic sounds', nah, this was the sound of something coming, he hid himself behind some sort of...box? His ears perked, and shifted to the right, which was followed by him turning to see a vulpine figure fling itself onto the roof, it definitely was no ordinary monster, but maybe one of those 'monsters in disguise' mentioned earlier, the survivors looking to do evil deeds.

The fox seemed to have his back turned towards him, and was interested in something else, he quietly and carefully un-slung his assault rifle, loaded it, and sprung into action aiming and yelling at the seemingly unsuspecting fox; "Hey you! Mind tellin' me yer business? Make one of em' sudden moves, and you get shot! So it's best to just carefully an' calmly explain it."
 
Dmitir continued along the edge with the sounds of his feet patting against the metal sheets. To him it was like the beat of a drum, thumping every step he took and getting louder with each heavier step that was made. It was indeed a sound that was heard every day, but something else reached his ears, something that peaked his awareness and made his ears do a couple flicks. The fox, still in a running stance, turned to meet the source then froze like a deer in headlights when he spotted the barrel of a rifle, his eyes wide and every bit of fur standing on end.

"Hey you! Mind tellin' me yer business? Make one of em' sudden moves, and you get shot! So it's best to just carefully an' calmly explain it." The stranger that Dmitir would describe as a wolf would said. That statement brought a great consolation to him and it could be seen in his stance how it shifted from all tense to a bit more relaxed. He did what any common person who valued his life would do; raise his hands and speak out.

"I am a runner trying to find food to bring back home. Please put the rifle down sir we aren't looking for trouble." Dmitir replied, his voice raised so the man could hear. He put his faith in his partner throughout this confrontation, knowing he could spring to action and end this, but hopefully that isn't necessary.

((I think we all know what the GM post will be after @Tsutla posts))
 
It was strange, navigating the city with a second set of eyes. Of course, the problem was Dmitir's preference for rooftops, which made him very easy to spot, and mayhaps some of the problem was also that they weren't traveling closer together, as it's difficult to do much in the way of scouting when one must keep track of their partner, but the human paid it little mind. He had a pair of eyes that he could trust on his back, and while it would take some time for him to get accustomed to the feeling, it wasn't necessarily a bad feeling. Should somebody rush up behind him, they'd probably have a fox with a baseball bat dropping in from above and landing on them. The thought of an ambush being foiled so handily got a smirk out of the human, albeit a short-lived one.

"Hey you! Mind tellin' me yer business?"

The voice came from above, and it stopped the dark-skinned human dead in his tracks. Somebody certainly wasted no time in spotting the vulpine and approaching him on the rooftops, but from the nature of the interrogation, it was obvious that the assailant hadn't been in Harran for very long. People don't normally have business to talk about beyond somebody having something in their possession that the other person desires, and fights breaking out over it. Usually very deadly, one-sided fights.

He didn't have much time. In just a few quick seconds the human turned around, circling to the side of the building he'd seen a fire escape on. It took climbing up a pair of crates to make the leap, and after that it was a short climb to the roof where he found Dmitir, with a rifle pointed at him, and a certain canine's backside. Or frontside, if this creature heard him coming. In either case, standing on opposite sides of this Joseph, only one of them could be reasonably focused on if things got ugly.

"He's not lying," the human states in a flat tone, sledge-hammer still in hand, "We've no quarrel with you, and you've got bigger problems than us to deal with right now. Supplies must have landed near this area, and any moment now we're either going to be knee-deep in frankenstein-monsters if you fire that thing you're holding, or we're going to be swarmed by a squad of goons looking to butcher anybody in their path for the drugs that were on that plane." He turns, keeping the wolf in his peripheral vision while keeping watch in other directions. "Also, if you hurt my friend, you're going to have to find somebody else to patch you up when something in this hellhole inevitably rips a chunk of your body open. He doesn't hurt anybody unless they've wronged his family." To say nothing of mutating from freakish infections, of course.

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Meanwhile, a certain otter-woman is still swimming, and thus oblivious to any noises her radio might be making because she only appears to be poking her head above water for air before submerging and continuing her search for a good 'landing' point.
 
Operative

With the last buckle dealt with the parachute was no longer a burden for the specialist as it slid down the improvised roof and landed in the many bloody hands reaching up for him from the crowded streets below. He didn't dare look, but he could hear the nightmarish din that beckoned him to be a daily meal. Behind him on the opposite side though was an alley way that seemed to be fenced off from the infected, giving him a safe start to this long mission ahead, or so he thought.

When Dienarde got his gear together the wolf carefully slid down the edge of the roof, the sounds of his boots scraping against the metal being a bit louder than he wished it to be. Once he came to the edge though a nasty fall followed, letting him feel the air one more time before landing on the hard ground with a grunt and a brief sting of pain in his legs that brought him to his knees.

Then he heard it, movement all around him with whispers starting up here and there. By the time he looked up from the ground though he already was met with a group of three men, the front one holding the blade of a machete against the fur of his neck.

"I told you that wasn't no normal airdrop parachute." One of the men said and the others chuckled for a minute while they looked over the kneeling wolf before them. "So what should we do?"

"We can take him to the boss, but that sounds to troublesome without breaking a few legs.."

@VerbalAbuse
 
KANSAS Rush
Kansas was coming from behind the anthro as he dropped into the alley. It was likely walled off if he jumped in so casually. Hearing a grunt of pain amd some talking shortly thereafter, she knew she was too late to avoid a confrontation. This wasn't gonna go well for anyone here.

Keeping low, Kansas moved for a look at the situation. Three guys and the anthro, on his knees. She could use some ammo and very easily take them out, and since the area was walled off, that wasn't a terrible idea. I few shots from her pistol could easily drop one. Things seemed to be going in her favor when she thought about it...

Fwoosh!

Jumping into action, Kansas hopped down, shooting one of the men one, two, three times, while bringing her blade down on the man who had the anthro captive. As the first two fell, the third gained his bearings and charged Kansas, causing her to sidestep, pushing the anthro prone in the same motion to keep him out of the swing. As the third swung to the side, she ducked and used the momentum to stab the man in the stomach, the combined shock and trauma bringing him to his knees and then toppling over.

The threat eliminated, she pointed her gun at the anthro and began her interrogation.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here? Tell me why I shouldn't plug your skull and take your gear."

Then she heard a buzz on his radio...
Lieutenant LAZARUS THOMPSON
"Anyone see a key point? The guys outside recommended the apartments to the north, but I suspect that it will take a lot of our day just to get there."

"Operative Joseph Corvus here."

"Roger that, I, uh, I think I see them out a ways. Not sure but I won't be getting there anytime today. Where's everyone in proximity to the highway? There should be a way up there from the streets. If everyone's close enough, I'd recommend meeting there instead, then moving to the apartments."

With that, Lazarus began to explore, dropping off the roof he landed on into the relatively clear streets below. He could see a few neckers down each side of the street but otherwise, things seem clear. Palming his ax, Lazarus started carefully walking down the street towards the area where everyone jumped out over, feeling it was the best call.

As Lazarus rounded the corner, he was met with a walker shambling towards him. He almost kissed it it was so close, but he retreated back and readied his ax to smash its face in.[/HR][/HR][/HR][/HR]
 
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Joseph smirked as the other vulpine creature raised his hands and began to sort it out, he seemed like a nice guy, although one infatuated with paranoia might think this is an ambush or elaborate trap, Joeseph doesn't care, he just sees things as they are: black-and-white, so to speak. After the fox's innocent spiel, Joeseph slung the weapon back on his back and shrugged his shoulders; "All righty then, that seems sensible enough fer'me. Mind showin' me 'round these parts?"

Just then, springing into action, another guy with a sledgehammer sprang into action;

"He's not lying," the human states in a flat tone, sledge-hammer still in hand, he proceeds to then talk bout threatening the crap outta him, being friends with Foxy over here, and that guns are illegal to fire in Harran. honestly, with that tone-of mouth, he'd think it was his long-lost sister or something like that. He just gave him a thumbs-up and said; "As I said with th' other fur-guy, you guys are all righty, mainly because you have not attacked me yet, but what's this here business 'bout no guns?" He cocked his head in confusion at the sledgehammer stranger, while keeping a close attention to the remarks back and forth on the radio, something about going to the highway?

Sounds good.
 
Survivor

The fox seemed surprised if not shocked about the man's lack of information but a brief moment of observation brought out a few assumptions and conclusions. Maybe he was locked up in an attic for a long time... Maybe he still has food, and what is with the Radio? He thought as he slowly shimmied down the slanted edge of the metal roof and landed on his two feet, the sound being as quiet as he could manage with his training while he approached and spoke to the man in an almost whisper once he got close enough. "Noise attracts the people but... These people have gone crazy." He explained, his pawish hands making motions through the air as to help illustrate what he was saying.

"Me and my friend have to move on, but if you wish to come along I ask that you make little to no noise... We'll take you back to where the others are when we finish looking around for wherever that drop had landed." After giving his offer Dmitir looked over the man's shoulder at his partner, giving him a questioning look as if wondering about his approval for this proposition. Was he being too nice to a man who could've endangered them? He wasn't sure.

Operative

During the explosion of conflict Dienarde looked up to see a man collapse, only to be forced back to the ground by the stranger that was actively dispatching the threats around him. The moment came and passed within the minute, and before the operator could get up he was met with another weapon trained on him, this time it was a single survivor instead of the group of bandits that had held him with a blade to his neck.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here? Tell me why I shouldn't plug your skull and take your gear." The stranger asked, and in response the wolf slowly got to a sitting position, his back brushing against the wall with his hands lying limp ontop of his weapon, showing no attempt to retaliate.

"I am Dienarde, and from the looks of it who I exactly am doesn't seem to matter in this city." He replied, his right hand motioning towards the bodies around him to prove his point. While he opened his mouth to speak more, a word didn't come out, for a distant, inhumane shriek pierced the unsettling silence that surrounded them. Trouble was coming.


Following for @Tsulta 's operative

Along the edge of the city's waterfront were docks and boats scattered about the shoreline, along with a couple improvised communities that seemed to have been overrun. The image of carnage that was strewn about the docks wasn't one for an inexperienced survivor though with torn apart barricades and bodies here and there, most of them decomposing and plagued with flies. Most of the boats were untouched, but those that seemed to have been searched were ravaged and torn apart, showing no hope for any survivor to be hiding in them.

Aside from that all was quiet, and around the shoreline beneath the bridge shows signs of a community; a fenced in area with UV lights for night time protection. It was a place to start if nothing else, unless the operative was interested in mingling with the numbers of infected that wandered the area. Thankfully none seem to fancy swimming, giving her a safe path of travel for the time being.
 
Joseph nodded silently as a response to the fox's wonderful display of words, and followed them on their way, keeping his gun holstered for now, He slid down and clambered over and under beams, crates, and ruined parts of various buildings, still, It would be nice to know what this's going to do for his mission, is it really just as simple as a 'get in/get out' scenario? Or perhaps it is something more than that. Still, he decided to follow this lofty crew of nice men to wherever it was they were going, hoping that they could be the army he needed for his mission.
 
KANSAS Rush
This Dienarde cat - er, wolf? - struck Kansas as a smartass. At least he had the good sense to give his name. She was interested, however, in his radio. It worked.

That would have to wait, though. Her theatrics had cost the safety of the alley they presently occupied.

"Fuck, that's not good. Alright, do your legs work? C'mon, Deadweight, follow me. We gotta get back to the roofs. I spent three bullets saving your ass, so you better be useful."

Jumping into action again, Kansas ran up the wall of the structure she'd descended from, grasping onto the lip and pulling herself up, then doing the same for the second floor.

"C'mon, Deadweight, limber up or you're zeke food. I'll take you somewhere safe."

Hopefully this dude had the body strength to climb on his own. Kansas really didn't want to help him up. Still, a heavily armed badass is good to have around, even if he needs help when he's caught off guard.

@Furasian[/hr]
 
The Mysterious Stranger

The long-haired human remain on 'ambush lookout' while Dmitir focused on the person, not quite noticing this Joseph's radio because he had little interest in the person beyond the fact that he didn't appear interested in turning them into an interesting stain on the rooftops. With little more than a few brief glances back to the pair to make sure things were still civil, he gives the fox a nod in response to his questioning gaze and slides his sledge back into its spot hanging from his rucksack. He wasn't used to moving as a group or planning for ambushes, but with a new accomplice the bow-wielder would have to adjust his approach a bit.

"Right. We'll make a quick wing around the drop point, glean what we can before things get too... hairy, then we'll show you around the city a bit," he states while stretching his arms about, "I'll take the lead, just in case some old acquaintances of ours decide to show up. If we find the package, I'll watch your backs while you grab what you can. Just remember to run if somebody makes it noisy." And with that he starts off down the roof, picking up speed on his descent back to ground level. It takes a few more minutes of moving about without climbing before he pulls his hammer back out, if only because he didn't want to be empty-handed on the off chance that somebody got the jump on him.

It was unlikely, but still possible.


The Electrician

Cecille could feel her stomach churning at the sight of all the corpses strewn about, when she finally made her way to land. A mix of disgust from the state of this city's water, the 'brown' of dried blood practically everywhere, and half-eaten and half-rotted people were cause enough for the otter to stop in her tracks clutch her stomach: she didn't quite hurl, but the urge was strong with the combination of smells and visuals. But, since she had her distance for the time being, now might be a good time for the otter to check in.

Shaking herself dry (-ish), she fishes the radio out of her waterproof bag and starts putting her shotgun back together, knowing it was probably going to be her main line of defense in this hellish city. "How long did they say it had been a warzone?" she muses to herself, clearly taking these findings as a warning to be wary and prepare for the worst. "At least one of these boats might make for an emergency escape.."

After a few minutes, she loads up her shotgun and activates the radio, feeling a little less hopeful after the few minutes of silence. "Weasel reporting in," she starts, "Got a little wet on the way down. Visuals look like something out of a movie, but I think I've found a small refuge to investigate. Everyone else make it down? Over."
 
Survivor

Dmitir nodded and motioned the newly met acquaintance to follow as he moved along the alley way, the uneasy silence returning as the survivor kept his head on a swivel. With his partner taking the lead all he could do was follow and trust his buddy's word on what's ahead. Over time though the fox felt more safe, and when he began to become familiar with the area around him he began speaking.

"So... What's yer name stranger? It seems you've done one hell of a good job surviving alone... How did you do it without taking a step out here? Do... You have food still? I mean.. You sound like you ha- Hey wait up guys." The fox said, ahead behind a closed garage door with a padlock still in-tact. The alleyway still seemed rather desolate, with a dumpster nearby and a stack of wooden boxes piled up next to the dumpster. While the boxes were high enough, the dumpster was unfortunately not an option for a quick climb back to the roofs. It wasn't far though, the sounds of the infected filled streets echoing down the alley way they had been traveling in for some time. It was the garage though that caught the young runner's eye, and he didn't really need to explain his motives as he reached into his bag and took out one his red spray cans.

"Here. Lets get this a look." He suggested, popping the cap off of the can and shaking it up before spraying a simple X on the wall next to the door. "Maybe this is a closed up shop and nobody has found it back here, yeh?" While the fizzing sound came from the can everything was peaceful, but then the daily gamble came into play when the fox was done. Once his little display of art was made he put the cap back on and transitioned to his crowbar, his green eyes going up to the survivor on the roof then coming down to the survivor just a few feet nearby before he crammed the bent claw portion into the crevice of the padlock and began jerking the opposite end downward, grunting and growling during his strenuous task. "This - Will - Just - ... Take a sec!"

Operative

Dienarde shot his gaze down the alley way upon hearing the shriek reached him, a surge of panic kicking in for a brief second before Kansas's command reached him. Upon hearing her suggestion the wolf nodded and quickly surveyed his surroundings, picking a less direct approach to climbing up the wall simply because of his lack of speed and agility. He quickly found a garbage can and shrugged, using that as his ticket back onto the roof. With a slow climb and a high jump the operative got a grip on the edge just like the survivor did, obvious sounds of struggling being heard as he used the wall and a lot of strength to get on the roof.

Fortunately the now exhausted specialist made it in time, but safety wasn't going to last long enough to catch his breath, for the prime suspect of the inhumane shout arrived, and from the shadows of the alley way emerged a viral or a recently infected survivor, one that still had his speed and agility to satisfy his hunger for flesh. He came bursting in, slowly coming to a halt before the pile of recently killed bandits, and after a few moments of drawn out bloody pants the creature got onto it's knees before one of the fresh bodies and began tearing it apart, ravaging it and biting into the meat he had torn out from the body. Soon after the horde slowly came in with their shambling motions, filling up the small face so they could get a share of their discovery.

Throughout the moment, Dienarde could hear it all, and the fear in his eyes was easy to spot, but he eventually got onto his feet and approached the lady that rescued him. "So.. You said there is somewhere safe to go?" He asked, and it wasn't too long before the radio came to life with chatter again.

"Weasel reporting in... Got a little wet on the way down. Visuals look like something out of a movie, but I think I've found a small refuge to investigate. Everyone else make it down? Over." This time the wolf was able to fish out his walkie talkie and reply, pausing to give Kansas a glance before he spoke in a hushed tone so to try and hide his message from the other survivor. There was still a faint hint of distrust in the operative even though he didn't express it, but who can blame him? His first encounter wasn't the most friendly one, afterall.

"Weasel this is Dienarde. There are a couple others who made it down and the rally point is currently set at the apartments. Your priority objective though is to do whatever it is you can to survive the day. To anyone hearing this: keep your radio. We ain't gonna be able to go home tonight."

@VerbalAbuse @Librarian Cat @Tsutla
 
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