Knox County

[coolcoyote]

Liam had gotten better at navigating the darkened streets with out a gps. If he had not he most likely would be one of the shambling corpses he past by. The marten paused to watch the dog meet its grizzly fate. His ears fell flat and he gulped before moving on.

He found his way back to the alley way to the origional hide out and skidded to a hault. There were a couple of shamblers in the alley way. They were idle, bumbing into the walls around them and moving about in short un organized steps. The squirrel from before was gone. A trail of zombie goo could be seen moving down the alley and dissapearing at the street.

Liam swollowed again though at the sight of the two zombies before him. Taking a stern look he pressed his way forward. While the first zombie's back was turned to him he came up close, and moved with the creature as it turned around to see the alley where he once had been.

The marten did the same for the second, hammer ever at the ready. The sound of a struggle more often than not could bring more and he really did not have the strength left to fight even these ones.

The zombies though didnt bother to notice him...yet. The marten came to the door and thrust his ear against it. He couldnt heqr anything inside so he tried the knob...and found it locked. "Blast it...hey! Hey shepard! Pssst!" Liam whispered as loud as he dared. His head turned around to see if the zombies had noticed him. He cupped his paws together and whispered again, "Doooooog! Let me iiiiiiin!" He added to himself, "Please be alive to let me in..."

[Ryan Naismith]

Marion huffed. He thought he heard speech outside. he held a hand up to pat, telling her to stop. He walked to the door, groaning lightly. The Pine Marten was there alright. Which meant he was alive. He would likely be a drain on the supplies... but he didn't know his skills yet. he could be an engineer, or something... he hoped. Which, the shepherd had a feeling, was a rather vain hope.
" 'ey! Fatso!" the shepherd called, at a sort of loud whisper, just below the level of nromal speech.
" Yer at tha wrong door, Ova here!"

[Drakeyboy]

Pat was surprised by her allies sudden reaction and also the knocking, mainly the knocking. She put the sight down on a nearby table and aimed at the door before he said anything. Once he spoke she lowered her pistol sighing in relief.

[coolcoyote]

Liam jumped when the dog called to him. He turned and dashed along the side of the building until he came to the correct door. He let himself in, shutting the door behind him. Leaning his back against the door Liams chest rose and fell with each quick and paniced breath. "Z zombies...so many zombies..."

[Ryan Naismith]

"Ah shet. Lucky yer alive." The shepherd said with a sigh "anyway, meet Pat, newes' addition ta our 'team'."  The shepherd made a grand gesture towards the husky, as if she was some sort of stage preformer.
with the introductions done, he pulled a pump action benelli shotgun from the wall, with a special shell holder on the side, and an elongated magazine tube. He pulled the pump back halfway, checking for a shell. As he thought, it was empty (to avoid accidents). So he grabbed a few 12 gauge rounds, shoving them into the tube.

[Drakeyboy]

(uhm Pat didn't give her name yet...)

[coolcoyote]

(DX

I will play it like he said meet the new girl or something like that. Your move first though drakey )

[Ryan Naismith]

((My mistake x3

[Drakeyboy]

Pat was a little annoyed being displayed in such a way. To her it felt as if he was saying "look a girl!" But that wasn't the case. She sighed and crossed her arms. "Hey..." she said flatly pretending to at least not be interested.

[coolcoyote]

The marten continued to try and catch his breath. He straitened and peered intently at her, "Has she been bitten?" Liam can't believe its the first words out of his mouth. Of course she hasn't. The shepard is enough of a survivalist he would have not have her inside his safe house if she was.

"Sorry...its...." shyly he rubbed at his neck, "Let me try that again. My name is Liam. Welcome to the  club. Please, please please tell me you qre not going to turn into a zombie and eat us." He paused for a moment, "Wait...are you the one who saved us?"

[Ciel, The Shy Skunk]

((Please do excuse my rather abrupt and uncalled intrusion into this well developed roleplay you've got going on around these parts, but I was wondering if entry is available to an outside who wishes to join in with you fellas. The original post for this roleplay never stated any sort of prerequisites for joining, so I wanted to clarify and all that. If not, thank for reading this anyways.))

[coolcoyote]

(( Im ok with it give us a brief summery of your alt here http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=26905.msg1478359#new ))

[Ryan Naismith]

((Go on ahead! Plus, it's not like other people can't barge in, though Marion may be getting a bit tired of it, lol

[Drakeyboy]

Pat glanced at the marten who called himself Liam. "Of course I'm not if i was i would end it myself. I don't want to be found as one of those freaks." She said as she placed her new pistol in her pants pockets.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Mmm." Marion went "Neva a nice thing, to be one of those..." he poked Pat with the pistol holster, putting it on  Table next to her "alright! Gear allocation, let's go!" Marion made a grand gesture, like he was a show performer "I'll be carrying most of the food, and obviously quite a bit of the ammo. Pat, what do you wanna grab? We have a lot of stuff."