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" That was fun" Duplin said while walking with Mary back to the Staff room. "The back of my mouth tastes like... I dont know, salt and theres like mush everywhere" She said while picking some out. "I challenged you to beat the record on saltines." He chuckled. " So what should we do? Look for supplies?" She asked. "Well, I guess. I mean, Theres nothing else to do." They both got to the break room and grabbed there weapons. They headed out of the Target past her destroyed car and onto the Freeway.

They finally made it to the city, Everything was dead as always but something was wrong, Bullet holes and shattered glass. There where blood streaks leading to a building. "Maybe it was a fresh zombie kill." Duplin said while making a zombie gesture toward Mary. " Shut up Duplin, Lets check it out." She followed the trail up to a door. She got her Desert Eagle at ready. She signaled Duplin to cover her back. They could hear some voices on the radio. It sounded like this "Shmmu yoru te One y shewt huh?

Oliver was already long gone from the radio and had his next move planned.the "That couky kid is next"He said.Oliver then piked up his tar and equiped it with a gernade launcher.He strapped a c4 inside the engine in put extra metal in the hood so it won't get hit."they gonna be realy surpised.Oliver then strapped his TAR and went back to his shack to prepare thinks but listsined to the radio to see if the man got his messaged.with a loud annoying sound coming he heard zombies coming to his shack.He turned it of and learned a better plan.'thanks you lttile idiot"he thought.

Vance wakes up, sunlight drained and him feeling as refreshed as he could be in the sorry state he was in. sighing, he bandages himself, letting the wound scar isnt a big issue to him, it's more like a battle skar. he smirked. "yeah." With roadway ahead, he knew walking wasnt safe, but with his shovel, and pistols, he felt fine. remembering his other gun was left behind somewhere past the last gasstaion he was at before his grandtheft acheived car broke down, he went without lighter cover fire.

walking on, he spots people ambling on ward, neither going anyware nor caring...-

he ran behind a bush, panting. "Damit!" he looked back. none noticed his hurried evasion. he sighed, heard a growl, and turned around. lightning quick he spins, and shoots a zombie right in the gut. it ambles, growling. he fires twice more in the head. it falls with a crash, right onto some galss. shattering it, it was louder than he knew, and cuased a couple of other zombies to turn, and run. "Why now! He shouted. "die dam you die!"
running fast as his light footted strides took him, he shot, aiming for heads, and made sure to stay clear of the running ones, for they are trickier to get away from. he kept running, panting, and still feeling the adrenaline pumping throughout his system. Realizing them all to be dead, he sat down, smiled, and said he deserved a drink.

continueing on, he came up to a small gas station. lowly populated, he shot the infested casheir with no difficulty. he was mildly surprised by the fat one walking in the gum isle though. after getting a water, he strode out, feeling refreshed and recouperated. seeing some lights in the sky, he wondered what bases put them on. he tried thinking that after his travelling on the coast for so long he would start seeing things. he double checked the water. "sh*t."

...you have be pretty tired and stupid to accidentally sniff, let alone drink, cloraform on purpose without noticing it...

Rayde heard him call over the radio, she heard her brothers killer. She even heard him call himself a terrorist. WHat an idiot she thought to herself, what the hell is he supposed to be fighting for? Rarely do people actually become real terrorists without an agenda or some kind of cause. WIth the world almost destroyed due to this damn outbreak, what the hell cause is worth killing others over? Oh well terrorist or not, he was dealing with a force to be reckoned with, the might of the US Army and the vengence of an Alaskan woman. Rayde smiled a little bit at the thought.

While ANdre and SHane were yelling at the man on the radio, Rayde got up. SHe knew she had a job to do and coldn't sit around waiting to die all day. Rayde began looking for a way to exit the building a little less obviously. SHe lit herself a cigarette and began stalking the corridors, looking for anything, roof access a nice thick side door, an air duct, or a sewer driain or something, there had to be something.

She spotted a vent in a back room. She looked around, got a chair and climbed up. Rayde crawled through the vent, hotboxing it with her cigarette. Well if I end up coming out in the middle of a horde at least I'll have a smokescreen, she thought to herself jokingly.

Rayde made it to the roof through the airduct and sealed it up tight, she bobby trapped it with a few surprises for anyone trying to get in through the roof. Rayde kept a low profile and moved towards the ledge. The damn zombies were still there pounding away at the building, she looked at them and all their futile pounding and threw her cigarette at them. She found a drainpipe on the side of the building and shimmied down it, making her way over to the adjacent building as covertly as possible.While on her way she moved the old SUV into the only gated entrance to the parking lot and wired up a propane tank to the gas tank.

Once inside she began clearing the stairwell with her silenced MP5 up to the second to last floor, the room she had pickd out when the shootings first happend. she moved into the room and barricaded the door from the inside. SHe didn't break the glass window or anything to give away her presence she just took up a position with a great field of view and waited. After the radio call she knew he'd be coming back. Rayde took the Dragunov off of her back, set her MP5 down and unclipped the frag from her vest. She was ready for him if he was ready for her. THe ambush was set.

Hearing the little speech over the radio didn't bother Mark any. If that was all the guy could do then everyone had little to fear aside from a cocky guy with access to some weapons. His futile attempt at intimidation just proved that he was new to this. While Mark was fixing up a window that had a crack running along the side he heard Nilla yell "Fire in the Hole!" with that Mark Jumped away from the window and ducked behind a table. About 15 seconds later a deafening boom shook the building. The window Mark had just been trying to fix was Blasted inside the room and sent shards of glass spinning through the air at him. some of the shards buried themselves half way through the dense wood of the table he was behind.

Dragging himself off the floor Mark looked at the window in annoyance and said, "Ugh now I have to fix it a second time." using a 2x4 for leverage Mark propped the huge table up against the window for a temporary fix. It would hold against around twenty zombies but without heavier supports it would give way after a while. Rubbing his injured shoulder Mark winced, It was still bleeding. He looked at it closer and noticed it was about three inches long and a little under a half inch deep.
It was then he realized it needed stitches. Shrugging it off, he ripped a strip of fabric off of a nearby curtain and quickly wrapped his shoulder and Jogged off to tell Andre about the window and to ask what could be done about it.

Duplin and Mary turned around at the sound of a grenade going off. Duplin swore under his breath and ducked. It was quite deafening. The ringing made it worst. Mary lended a hand and pulled Duplin up. "Lets go" Mary said grabbing onto Duplin and pulling him away. She spotted a nearby horde running down the street. She pulled Duplin into a ally and held him close, like cover for her. "What the hell" Duplin was confused. The horde ran by without noticing their presence. "Zombies are attracted toward sounds" Mary whispered.

Andre shot a Infected through the mesh of the security door, there was a large group, but not an impossible number to safely combat, besides, the security doors would hold, it was all a question of killing them before they ran out of supplies. Andre reloaded his Glock and fired again, clipping one more in the forehead and sending it sprawling, all he had to do was keep them off of the wire mesh over the window of the security door and they would be able to hold the doorway. Andre twitched suddenly, his ears picking up an all too familiar sound...a police siren..

Andre swore loudly, tackling anyone near him to the ground and shielding them as part of the roof collapsed in over their heads.

Andre awoke to the moaning, he got up slowly, he searched the ground and grabbed his Glock, he looked around, the roof above the security door and a few of the staff rooms had collapsed, he was near the rubble of the security door at the moment...he thought...Andre coughed up blood onto the dust, he was bruised up badly on his back and shoulders, and he felt like he might have broken a rib. Andre looked at the rubble where the security door had been. the stone falling on it had bent the metal in half, leaving a hole beneath the rubble and the door's shell and doorway that the infected were trying to claw their way through. Andre got to his feet and ran up the ruins of the stairs, he grabbed his duffel bags of weapons and some duffel bags of food and ran downstairs, placing them near a weakened wall they could break from the inside if they needed to run. Andre thought of where everyone had been then rushed upstairs to check on Nilla and see if she was alright.