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."
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