Knox County

[Drakeyboy]

Pat saw the holster and strapped it to her right leg as she thought. "Why don't we just split up the food and ammo evenly. You know just in case one of us go down. Because if the guy with the most food goes down that means the survivors wouldn't have a lot of food." She said after she finished adjusting the holster. Soon after she moved the pistol from her pocket to her holster.

[coolcoyote]

"Myself I would prefure to become a zombie and bite the people who let me get bit in the first place...just saying." The marten laughed. Then the conversation caught up to him. "Wait...what's all this talk about...you...you cant be serious about going back out there? I barely got back HERE?"

The marten slides onto his rump, breathing deeply. "Ah blast..." he chuckles darkly, "I really regret not getting itno soccer like the rest of my family...but...either way I found some places you guys might be interested in. There is a drug store not too far from here. A pie place as well. Oh and I found a warehouse with some good locks in it. 3 bodies, no zombies."

He added saddly.

"Also, be on the look out for survivors. Just because they are not re animated doesn't make them not dangerous...I...I almost found out the hard way..." he clutches his hammer tighter to his chest.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Warehouse sounds good. Should be easy enough to fortify... if anything, we could cannibalize the boxes to make barricades. Maybe a way in and out... or something." He scratched his chin in thought "good thought... but honestly, i don't trust liam with the food..."

[coolcoyote]

Liam crossed his arms and gasped. "Oh sure. Just assume that the fat guy is a glutton. How very noble of you. Thanks. I'll have you know that obesity has more to do with genetics and poor life style than over eating. The nerve@"

The marten then adds in a calmer voice, peering at the supplies ofvthe room, "What do we have to eat anyway? Im so hungry I could eat a zebra..."

[Drakeyboy]

Pat looked over her shoulder to Liam. "Might want to rephrase that." He said as she checked her ammo belt. She needed to restock it before anything so she took her bag off and pulled out the box with her spare shotgun rounds filling the three slots in her belt. She was down to ten buckshot shells.

[Ryan Naismith]

Marion huffed, crossing his arms ad if Liam had just answered his statement "fine. Th' gear is evenl' spread out."
He then went back to his ration room, pulling out an MORE.
"You get... menu Item number 11!" He paused, taking a moment to read its contents "It contains...
Vegetarian Taco Pasta
Wet Pack Fruits
Cookies
Chunky Peanut Butter
Crackers
Candy I
Instant Cappuccino, French Vanilla
Hot Sauce, Extra Hot
Accessory Packet B
Spoon
Flameless Ration Heater."
He read the list, tossing him the packet
"We get two of these per day, plus any fruits or vegetables or whatever you find while you're outside. Capiche? We can't run out of these."

[coolcoyote]

Liam wags his tail happily as he reaches out and takes the offered packet. "Well...never thought it would come to eating these." As if to justify not being able to open it immidietly.

"So...now that we got a moment to breath maybe we should talk about the plan here." Liam smiles as he opens the package, "I mean, relocating to the warehouse is all fine and dandy but still just a short term solution. We NEED to get out of this town."

Liam takes a bite of his meal. He chews for a long moment and swollows, "This...this tastes like toilet paper."

[Drakeyboy]

Pat sighed. "There isn't much else to go. And we are walled off." She said. She hated being the bearer of bad news but they needed to know that.

[Ryan Naismith]

" see, a warehous' has tough walls, lots of construction materials. Even if it doesnt, the tall shelves would be useful for something, at least... and plus, if he found it out... it couldn't be too far away." The shepherd let out a small chuckle, pulling a few MRE packets into  his bag. Enough to feed a person (with their rations) for three days. He grabbed a tactical vest, shoving a few polymer magazines of 5.56 NATO rounds into it, along with a few magazines for his pistol as well. He also put a single MRE, a small pry bar, a box of waterproof matches, and a few other survival items. All small and lightweight. He also shoved a tactical knife into his belt.
Then, he found a red, military style beret, sliding it onto his head. It was his lucky beret.
"Right..." he said, shoving the magazine into his ZM LR300, with a tactical red dot. "Anyone else wanna grab anything?" He then tossed the shotgun he had grabbed previously to the pine Marten, figuring that with its spread of pellets, it would be good for him to use.

[coolcoyote]

The marten gratefully takes the shot gun. Continuing to finish his meal he lets the slight about his weight alide this time. It was hard to argue the point thqt Liam was indeed fat, and besides, it felt good to have some good humored jesting even in the face of such dire circomstances.

"It actually isn't that far. Just take a left after the alley and head strait for a few blocks. Its across from a drug store and a bakery. I left one of the doors closed but unlocked. I dont think anything could have crawled in there while I was gone..."

[Drakeyboy]

Pat nodded when the "leader" asked for everyone to do a once over. She looked around and found the ammunition seeing that there was plenty of boxes of ammunition and spare magazines. She pulled out her pistol and removed the magazine to see which one she would need. Finding the right ones she grabbed three others and and a spare box of nine mils that had thirty bullets inside. She also topped off her shotgun ammunition making her have a total of 26 including her belt, twenty of which was buckshot the other six was slug rounds. She also grabbed a 20 foot coil of climbing rope. After tossing a few ration packets to last her a day if she was separated from the group she was ready to go.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Right... Liam, you good?" The shepherd asked, adjusting his grip on the rounded hangars of his rifle " Should be an easy run, provided we dont snag on anything. Anyways... we should probably ferry supplies back and forth. First, we've gotta make sure the place is clear."

[coolcoyote]

"Is anyone really 'good' in the middle of a zombie invasion?" The marten half chuckled, half sobbed. He was fighting hard to keep the stress from eating away at him. He shouldnt even be hear. He just stopped for gas!

"I'll be ok...just don't ask me to run any marathons." Liam gathered the supplies he could, throwing a small back pack over his shoulder and clutching at his shot gun like it was his single greatest treasure in the whole world.

Which for right now, it was.

"You lead, I'll follow."

[Drakeyboy]

"But aren't you the one who knows where we are going?" She asked as she started tossing supplies in her bag for the first trip.

[coolcoyote]

Liam thought about this for a moment. He blinked once then stepped forward, swollowing his reply and his pride.

"Oh...um...right. F-follow me." The fat marten then stepped out the door into the night.