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Rei jumped from the helicopter to the roof. speaking into the newly acquired one way radio, "Ok, I need you to stay near the building. No telling what has become of the guards." Rei began a recon approach, slinking around the air conditioner units on the rooftop, holding his rifle at combat position. And Rei found that the security room was abandoned, and he found a gym bag full of tapes that had once recorded every activity on the base. Rei quickly grabbed the bag, and headed for the door. keeping his hand on his pistol, moving very cautiously. But Rei suddenly sensed movement behind him, and he quickly pulled his pistol and began shooting. he had hit the zombified security guard, but he also hit the gas line behind the corpse. causing sparks and a small flame. Rei knew that it wouldn't be long before the flame retreats into the central line and unleashes the wrath of eruption. So he ran out the door shouting into the radio, "Murph! The building's going down, Repeat, the building is going down! I have the tapes! Get the Blackhawk here fast!" And Rei loaded a flare round into his pistol, and fired several times into the open air.

(God dang! I hate being 6 hours ahead of the east coast of the US...so much happens in here I don't even get a chance to reply lol)

Joe grabbed his bag, getting off the helicopter. When he saw the soldiers, he was worried there was a fight about to happen, so he subtly gripped his M4, ready to shoot at a moments notice. When the soldiers started gathering supplies for them after Murph had talked to Pat, Joe relaxed, walking over to a bunch of crates of ammo.

"I think the helicopter crashed and I'm in heaven," Joe said as he looked at the hundreds of M4 magazines in the boxes. Next to those boxes were some crates that made Joe tear in the eye. C4 and Grenades. Joe loved making things explode, especially zombies. He doubted Pat would approve of him taking explosives on the plane, so he emptied the contents of one of the Ammo crates of M4 mags, putting a bunch of C4 materials and Grenades in it so it wouldn't look suspicious. He then walked it over to the plane, put it next to a seat he was going to sit at, and then grabbed another box of M4 mags. He looked up as Kearo and Trip gave him a strange look.

"What? I'm not that good of a shot, and you never know when you'll need this much ammo. My dad always used to say: It's better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it." He said as he sat down, loading some of the M4 mags into his backpack. He looked up and around him, noticing no one was looking, so he stuffed some grenades in his backpack also, just in case they needed to bugout fast and couldn't take the ammo crates with them.

"Hey, Pat," Joe shouted to him as he zipped up his bag, "It seems as if you got two helicopter pilots, and you are a pilot yourself. If you need a second pilot, I'm your man."

"Hey, Trip," Joe said as he saw him light a cig, "It's probably not the best idea to smoke on the plane. If you gotta smoke, get it outta your system now. Once we're in the air though..." He said, hoping common sense would kcik in and finish the rest. He hoped bianca and anyone else who smoked heard him too. He was concerned about the smoe in the plane, but he was more concerned about the explosives he had with him. The last thing they needed was to blow up in mid-air because someone flicked a cig into the ammo crate with the C4 and grenades. He wasn't even sure they would explode if a cig got near them, but he didn't want to find out.

Joe resisted the urge to take the joint and throw it on the ground and step on it. He was so anti drug it wasn't funny. He bit his tongue though, trying to be as polite as he could.

"No thanks, man. I'm not a smoker. I can't stand the sh**. The last thing I need right now are bad lungs slowing me down while I'm running from zombies," Joe said.

Patrick waved towards everyone, "Alright can we cut the anti-drug argument and just get in the plane? The ammo is in a cargo hold Joe, him flicking a blunt aint gonna light the place up like the fourth of July." Patrick kicked the ramp down to them then looked at Kearo, "Sure you can come, wouldn't have had it any other way."

-she grabed her sister and they ran to there house covered by the darkness- what are we going to do?what can we do i dont know where more surviors can be?

-she heard yells in the background and quickly took her sister in the house- shhh! -she hold her sister hand as she heard the yells pass and she sighed-

-she heard breaking glass in the back- crap -she open the door and saw her car down the street- alright listen sis i want u to run to the car and dont look back,here use these keys and open it i will be there in a sec -she pushed her sis outside and she started running with the keys- now to get rid of them