Knox County

[coolcoyote]

Liam himself felt like crying like a little child. He wasn't even supposed to be in thie town!

Ironically he always liked zombie movies before he was actually in one. In all honesty thr marten didn't know why he was still alive. Weight aside, Liam was not much of a survivor. He hated camping and generally had no skills that worked in this scenario. Not unless Zombies could be killed by paperwork.

It was why the first group he found left him behind. Just...up and left him...no food, no supplies, just a note saying they were sorry but the needs of the group outweigh the individual and that he was a liability.

Ironically he found the party almost the same day. Out in the open woods. He wasn't sure what had happened...maybe they stumbled into a roaming horde during the night, reguqrdless there wasn't enough left of the party to re animate.

The marten feared that fate the most. Being...devoured by a horde of zombies was not on Liams list of prefured ways to bite the bullet.

So when he turned the corner and saw a zombies swarming the house ahead he skidded to a stop. The marten could hear the sounds of anothe rhorde swiftly approqching from where he came from. That gave him a narrow window to dodge to either the right or the left down the street.

"This is so not fair..." he gulped. He was going to be trapped!

(If someone wanted to spoof zombies to chase Liam or locations for him to hide in that would be fine. if not I have a possible place Liam could hide )

[Ryan Naismith]

The Timber Wolf, Steven Johnson had been a respectable man once, he had several children, and a loving husband.
But, that all changed when he ate them all. Now, the only thing he could think of, was meat, more and more of it. Which was ironic, because since he had been a vegetarian since the day he was born.
He saw a particularly meaty looking specimen in front of him, letting out a low moan, shuffling towards the pine marten as fast as his dead legs would carry him.
He wasn't even aware of the twenty or so other infected behind him. They smelled just like him. Bad eating.

[coolcoyote]

And what good eating Liam would be.  The marten fought the urge to scream as that would only draw more of the monsters to him, if the zombies moaning didn't do that first.

He stepped backward a ways then turned and ran to his left. Where did that dog GO? He couldn't have gotten far!

But alas there was no time to look for his new friend...or his remains...Liam really hoped it didn't come to that. There was more to survival than simply surviving. To know that he wasn't alone...that people still existed here... it was a hope that could drive a person onward.

Liam pushed a zombie out of his way as he ran past. He already knew from experience that he could run for one block strait before he tired out...two if he pushed it. He needed somewhere to hide...and fast...

[Ryan Naismith]

The next two blocks were mostly commercial buildings, with a pie place, a bookstore, a pharmacy, and a smallish warehouse of some sort, at the end of the block, using Liam as a point of reference.
Meanwhile, Steven, the closest thing that the pack of infected had to a "leader" (if one could call it that), ambled after him, at a decent clip for a zombie.

[Drakeyboy]

Pat heard the person again. He must have been looking around for her hearing her crying. She tried taking a few deep breaths to calm herself a little after almost a minute she was notably better and she got up making sure she still that her weapons. But looking over the golf club you could tell it was done for with a bent shaft.

"Up..." she stopped herself because the voice came out a lot softer that it could not be heard. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Up here!" That was better.

But she still couldn't get out with the wardrobe in the way. So she started to drag it across the floor the free up the door way.

[Ryan Naismith]

The shepherd quickly zeroed in on the door, with her dragging the Dresser, it was easy. Which likely meant that the infected could hear it to. So he knocked on the door he thought was it,  glancing behind his back.
"Come on... We have to go... you really saved our ass back there. Infected should have cleared. You're welcome to stay, go, whatever."

[Drakeyboy]

Pat almost jumped out her skin when she heard the knocking on her door. but quickly she realized it wasn't a zed and calmed right down. before opening the door she wiped her face down to remove any tears or snot that could have leaked out on her sleeve. after that she opened the door when she had enough room slip through and avoided eye contact with the person she saved mainly because she didn't want to show her puffy eyes because of her crying. besides that she was grateful she wasn't alone anymore.

"your welcome i was hoping i wasn't too late but let's not waste time here and go, i'll be right behind you." she said in a slightly shaky voice.

[Ryan Naismith]

Marion elected not to say anything about her puffy eyes, and the fact that he had herd her sobbing. He simply offered her a consolatory smile, giving her a brief hug.
"Hey, hey, I'm here for ya."

[Drakeyboy]

Pat was surprised by the random hug and said cleared her throat again and all of her edge came back. "Don't touch unless given permission and we don't have time for this. I didn't get to check anywhere."

Which in all reality was true. She just ran inside and shot upstairs. She pushed herself out of the hug and started walking.

[Ryan Naismith]

Marion chuckled, passing her the crowbar he had lifted from the storage closet, to replace her bent golf club. With luck, he wouldn't need it. And plus, it always helps to be nice to strangers.

[coolcoyote]

Liam leans against the wall of the nearest building, desperately panting and clutching his chest. The marten glances behind him to see the zombie wolf hot on his trail and gulps. Forcing himself forward Liam looks for a quick and easy hiding place to secure himself if. He makes a mental note of the drug store and the pie store's location as one could be usefull later on if he got sick, the other reminds him that he hasn't eaten today.

He may very well be eaten today though if he doesn't get his fat tail somewhere safe, Liam curses himself. Why did he chose a secular life? Why not go for sports?

The bookstore proves to be closer but he learned from hard experience that places like stores are either A. Locked behind bullet proof glass, or B. Were open during the out break and were over run by zombies. He doesn't feel like chancing either possibility.

The ware house is the safest place to secure ones self against zombies...for the moment at least.

Now all he needs to do is find a way in...

[Ryan Naismith]

The warehouse was a secured thing. It had locks, padlocks, and metal doors. Of course, all of that security was there before the outbreak. Now, the front door hung slightly ajar, the padlock  on the ground next to it.

[coolcoyote]

An unlocked door could mean many things, like an eaey entry point for hungry zombies.

But liam is only concerned with the hungry zombie lumbering behind him. He dashes with all his energy to the ware house door, thanking all that is holy that it is open. Ignoring the possible possibilities of why the pad lock was broken the marten throws the door open, then slams it shut and tries to lock it before even looking inside to see what awaits him in the ware house...

[Drakeyboy]

Pat hear the chuckle from the other dog and turned to face him seeing the crowbar held out to her. She grabbed the weapon and tool and gave it a small heft to see if it would be a bad idea to swing it around. It wasn't too heavy for her so she held onto it tossing the seccond golf club.

"Thanks that probably wouldn't have lasted long." She said.

[Ryan Naismith]

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