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((I'm getting out of this hiatus))
Midway through Carlton's wait for a response, a cloud of dust began to come in, most likely from the helicopter, but also from the windy day they were having,When it finally settled, they were gone, and Carlton was tired. With that he double checked to see if the roof door was locked, and went back to sleep. When he awoke, the sun was rising, meaning he had gotten a huge amount of sleep, something very rare in this day and age. He new that he couldn't stay here, no matter how luxurious it was, With a sigh he got up, and unlocked the roof door, bringing him back to the apocalypse that is Earth, Taking out his pipe and desert eagle, he silently opened the door, and checked the premises. It was a small store, so a full search only took about a minute. He found no infected, so he relaxed a little, went to the back of the store again, and checked his supplies. He had enough food and water to last him maybe a week, but if he was sparing, it could easily last him for three. He also had about 3 rounds for his ak-47, and 2 for his desert eagle. One last search around the store found him a medical container, with a few bandages, and some painkillers. After packing those in his backpack, he thought about anything else he was going to need, if he wanted to survive more. Only one item came to mind, a Swiss army knife. Taking a map from the counter, he spotted three. Three that were very far apart from each other.
Thinking about the risks, he decided to abort the plan, and just get the hell out of the city, where the population of infected would not be as great.

With that he headed off, to the direction the map said was quickest to leave. He moved fast and low to the ground, to try and alert as little infected as he could. Unfortunately, he was spotted by three. Carlton now broke out into a sprint, hoping to get enough distance away from them that he could come around them and take them by surprise. Went he got to a point where he couldn't see them, he dashed through an alley way, and came to a dead end at another building. The wall was about 15 feet high, too high for him to jump to. Thinking quickly, he dashed out of the alleyway, and into the streets yet again. He could see the infected trio now, and they could definitely see him. Carlton dashed away, running around the block, and eventually, to the front of the building. What he saw gritted his teeth, maybe 15 infected were in it, and more were coming from outside. This meant one thing, a survivor. Normally he would of run, to lessen the chances of him dieing, but from the position he was in, surrounded by nearly all sides, he wasn't going to get out without a fight. zipping his backpack open, he got out his ak-47(which was poking out anyways, because there was little room) and pipe. It was time to use up one of his precious clips.Firing with precision, he shot down a few infected outside the building, which he now recognized as a diner. Still more came though, and after a few seconds, Carlton was all ready depleted of his first clip. With his backpack still open, he reached around for another, found it, and while putting it in, smashed an infected with his pipe, crushing its skull. Now his a-47 was reloaded again, and he wasted no time taking them down, this time, slower, and more aimed.The results showed, as almost twice as many lay on the ground motionless. The ones that were left he simply beat up with his pipe. Now it was time to focus on the interior of the diner. Reloading he practically sniped them down, getting about seven in 15 shots. From there he stopped though, he didn't want to lose all of his ammo, especially if he was going to need it later. whipping out his desert eagle he came in, and began beating down the infected. Hearing the sound of more coming, he quickened his pace, and as more decapitated infected fell, the more heroic he felt. With a powerful final blow he killed off one more, and got closer to the survivor. " You aren't bitten are you? I'll be damn pissed if you are."
((If you didn't know, his ak-47 is silenced, as stated in my profile))

((hes taking a little long isn't he?))
ashley didn't wait for a response. "i think hes okay with it!!" she tried to hurry. she grabbed both of the boys hands and started to run. "hey isn't the abandoned LAX near here? we can probably find a working plane there." there was a zombie hoard near by and she ran all the harder.

Vlad turned around and fired two shots into the hoard, downing two more of the infected, and turned back to run with Mako and Ashley. "s**t, I think this was my fault they heard my gunshot earlier." Vlad ran ahead of them both and looked over his shoulder. "Follow me, I know this place I used to live here!" Vlad led the way out of the alley and headed down the road and led the way past a gas station, the hoard not even out of the alley yet. Vlad pointed down the road in the direction they were heading to and ran into the gas station screaming. "Go on down that road, I have to get some things, and maybe I can take out some of this hoard, go! I'll catch up!" Vlad ran into the station and pulled out a whiskey bottle and a cloth, and made a molotov cocktail with them, and then got his amunition and food out of the storage room in the back, and also grabbed a propane tank as he left, and dropped the propane tank in between the two gas tanks outside, and thats when one zombie, who had somehow gotten ahead of the others, had its brain blown out by Vlad as he started to run in the same direction as Ashley and Mako. When he was farther enough away, Vlad lit the molotov and threw it at the propane tank. The following explosion blew apart most of the hoard right as it got close enough and even Ashley and Mako who were farther away then Vlad felt the force of the explosion.

(alright)

Vlad smiled as he reached Mako and fwipped around to face what zombies were left stumbling and fired at them while running, and turned to Mako. "That explosion is sure to attract more of them to that spot. Lets hurry up and get to the airport." Vlad reloaded his handgun and sprinted up to where Ashley was and called back at Mako. "Cover our rear Ill cover the front." Vlad turned to Ashley. "You look like your in pain Ashley, is your leg ok?"

Carlton snickered at the survivors remark. His mind turned quickly to the infected though, as they were his top priority. he counted at least ten, he wasn't sure if more were outside or not. biting his lip he said dryly "Too many. We got to get out of here. Check for a back exit, I know a safe spot." With that he shot at the infected with his d.e.(desert eagle was getting a little annoying to type lol), no use covering their sound up now. After beaning an infected nurse in the head with his pipe, he grabbed the survivors arm and shoved him to the kitchen. There were traditional diner doors blocking it, meaning it was going to put up little defense. While in the kitchen, Carlton shoved over some cabinets, to make a small blockade. Just enough time to hopefully find an exit. With a dash he got to the back of the kitchen, searching for a door. After a few seconds, he found it, but it was barricaded by an unhinged oven, so that only half of it was visible. Cursing, Carlton jumped onto the oven, and smashed down the door. By this time the infected were all ready at his little barricade, and some even climbed over. Carlton slipped through the opening, and yelled "Get your a** over here if you want to live!" to the survivor. "
(( how old is Trevor? I want to give him the nickname kid if he's he is like a teen.))

Mako stayed in the back, shooting at a few zombies while Vlad covered the front. Ashley showed some impressive martial arts, taking down zombies with just kicks. "Hey, you'd better be carefull Ashley. You could open your wound and get infected. The virius is spread through fluid contact, and we cant have you getting infected." Mako warned. They got to the airfeild and Vlad got ready to go inside. After a quick reload of his clips and swaping out his Berreta for his Desert Eagle Mako nodded to show he was ready.

Mako jumped in after Vlad, checking the corners. After Ashley was inside he closed the door, using a trash bin to secure it. It wouldn't stop a hoard but it would prevent a lone zombie from stumbling in on them. "Now we need to find a good plane,or helli. Not a jumbo jet though, that would be to obvious. Ashley, you're the one who can fly them so tell us when you see a good plane." He turned to Vlad. "There might be some zombies in here, I'm sure that someone might have stowed away."