Knox County

[Ryan Naismith]

As the metal door slams shut, Matt Sutton lets out a relieved sigh. Help, people! The lynx lets out a pained groan, climbing to his feet "Hello..." he called out, rounding a corner. It was obvious he was hurt. The bloody bandage on his left leg proved that.
He saw the pine marten, offering him a smile, edged with tension.
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The shepherd took the golf club, holding it at the middle, jogging down the stairs at a brisk clip, grabbing up his rifle as he passed it. He checked occasionally for pat over his shoulder as he took a long, circuitous route back to his house, hopefully to loose any infected following them

[Drakeyboy]

Pat followed along quietly knowing that noise attracs the Zeds. And she had a feeling what the long detour was for. Getting closer to the safehouse she realized that she didn't replace the empty shell yet. She opened the shotgun quietly like she always did and placed a thumb over the the unused shell. Once the barrels were all the way out the empty one sprung out. And started to fall towards the sidewalk. Then pat realized that that was a bad Idea. She lurched and reached out trying to grab the shell and just barely managed to get it. Then the sound of iron hitting concrete sounded and she flinched. Slowly turning towards the source as if not making another sound would not attract any more attention she saw the crowbar. It must have slipped off of her bag when she frantically went to catch the shell.

[coolcoyote]

The pot bellied marten threw his back against the door when the lynx called out. "GAAAAAAAaaaa and your not here to eat me." The marten said with obvious relief. For a moment the marten leaned forward, paws on his knees, catching his breath.

"Do I have you to thank for rescuing our party? Was that you with the shot gun?" The marten asked after a while.  He cast his gaze about the warehouse. He was half expecting a horde of zombies waiting for him on the other side...

In the prosscess Liam noticed the bandage on his leg. He raised an eyebrow, not asking the obvious question that came to mind. Instead he asked, "Are you...hurt?"

[Ryan Naismith]

"No... that wasn't me with the shotgun..." Matt, the lynx, says "I'm hurt... but it isn't a zombie bite, I swear!" The lynx seemed extremely nervous. Like he was lying. Or it could be him worried that he just might be killed because of a stupid cut.
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Marion winced as the crowbar skittered against the concrete, jerking his head around, seeing if any infected found them. Only three... easy enough to deal with. He scooped up the crowbar, letting out a savage snarl as he brings the steel rod down onto the nearest one

[Drakeyboy]

Pat tossed the casing into the grass and placed a new shell into the empty barrel. Closing the shotgun she held it tight getting ready to shoot incase more wanted to come. She couldn't fight hand to hand because she had no weapon and no way in hell she was going to be grabbed.

[Ryan Naismith]

The head of the wolf he had just struck had a noticeable dent in it, but that did not deter her. Marion struck again, in the exact same place, keeping up his vicious snarl. Once the wolf crumpled to the ground, he moved on to the next one.

[coolcoyote]

"Riiiight." Liam tried his best not to sound sarcastic but, he failed. To be fair the marten has had one horrible day. Quickly Liam measures his options. Possible bite aside, why was he here? Was he a lone traveler looking for safety? Or a bandit who would kill him and rob him the moment his back was turned?

Liam had survived 3 groups now. The innitial party he found himself with during the out break...they were scattered after the horde over ran their hiding place. The second group left him for dead...the third, he left them, willingly. That last group was a night mare, filled with bandits and people caring only for their own survival.

Only time would tell what this Lynx would be. But one thing was certain. The marten would be a murderer if he just left him to die with out even trying to help...

"There is a drug store right across the street. Maybe we can raid it when the zombies calm down, until then did you...did you need any help?. I was actually hoping to find my...uh...friend. I don't suppose you saw anyone pass through here?"

The marten pauses for a second.  There were thousands of questions running through his mind but he figured he asked all the right ones. "I don't suppose we found our way into a weapon warehouse?" He said with a chuckle. A nervous chuckle but a chuckle non the less.

[Drakeyboy]

Pat didn't care about the fight she was more worried about the noise they were making. As she looked around she ran over to a nearby house and peaked around the corner seeing another small group of zombies. These ones must just be out of earshot but they still pretty close. If one of them wandered a foot over it could start a hoard.

[Ryan Naismith]

The lynx blinked, looking the Marten up and down, muttering something to himself. The fat guy seemed like he would be good eating... what was he thinking!?
The lynx shook his head, as I'd he had just spaced out
"Nah... I dunno. Haven't looked through these that much... I think it's for construction materials. Might have a few tools, but that's about it... Matt Sutton, by the way."
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With two quick economical strokes, the second man fell to the ground, and Marion was on the second one, sowning him just as quick. After checking around briefly, marion made a quick search through their stuff. One of them had a sick looking combat knife,  which Marion took, hooking the crowbar to his belt. The knife, while it required him to be much closer, would kill them much faster, and quieter. Plus, he could cut things, open cans, and skin things with it, thanks to the serrated backside. It was nothing he didn't have at his home base, but it always paid to have extras. And plus, this one seemed like a much more expensive model than the one he had left at home.

[coolcoyote]

"Guess it was too much to hope for to be stranded in a weapons warehouse ...or twinki factory, am I right?" The marten smiled at his own jest before continueing, "Actually...if there are enough supplies, we might be able to board up the place. Make a save haven of sorts. But first there are at least two people out there, maybe more who need our help."

The marten took out his keychain flash light and began moving deeper into the warehouse. "If there is a top level I can search that." Liam hated stairs but...he could imagine a lynx with a wounded leg would hate them more. "We can find some tools to use as bludgeons, then maybe a window to see out side..." the marten turned to wards the lynx before dissapearing down the first isle of boxes, "Liam Grey. Don't worry Matt...we are going to survive this..."

[Drakeyboy]

once everything became quiet she glanced back seeing was all over. she looked back at the hoard seeing that they didn't notice them and jogged back to the new ally. once she got close she spoke quietly. "sorry about that it slipped off of my bag."

[Ryan Naismith]

"It's okay, we all make mistakes." Marion sighed, unhooking the crowbar, and handing it back to her "Don't drop it this time, yeah?" He seemed to speak with an almost sarcastic edge "anyways, when we get back to base, I'll get you a good shotgun, I have a semi auto one, if you wanna use that."
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Matt's thoughts were really bugging him. He had the really strong urge to bite this guy. Which, for him at least, was a really weird thought. He couldn't speak for anyone else, but, he assumed that that wasn't normal for them either.
The cut on his leg was just that, a cut. He tripped, and fell on a particularly nasty piece of scrap metal.
But why was he having thoughts like that?
With a slight jump (if this was a cartoon, there would have been a light bulb above his head) he realized it.
It was his wife. He had given her a particularly long kiss, in a certain place... but he had no idea she was infected then!

[coolcoyote]

Blissfully unaware that his new freind's less than favorable thoughts Liam continues through the warehouse. He shines his meager light on a stair case and smiles. "Hey Matt. I am going to check out the offices up stairs offices. If I find anything I'll holler. Until then do you want to see if you can find a hammer or...crow bar? Anything we can use as a club? If you find anything else usefull let me know."

With that the fat bellied marten moved his way, slowly, up the stairs. He doesnt look back to see of the feline followed him or his orders.

 There seem to be two sets of offices. Liam shines his light through the first. It is a small cluttered filing room with a pair of bodies on the floor. Liam quickly turns off his light and throws his back against the wall. After a moment he peeks towards the window and peers inside with the light again.

The bodies seem to both have bullet holes in their torso and heads. There is a stoey behind that...somewhere...but Liam is most likely never to learn it. Sighing in relief he decides to leave this office alone for now and search the next...

[Drakeyboy]

Pat took the crowbar back and decided to hold onto it placing her shotgun to the bag. "I would rather keep my gun. I don't have a lot of ammo and i usually hurt myself when I use it anyway." She said after putting the shotgun on her pack. "Let's just hurry back and worry about it once we're safe.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Yeah... yeah. Let's get going." With that, Marion started off to his place at a brisk jog, reaching his recently(ish) acquired  house quite quickly. He held the door open for her, and, as she could probably see, the place was a mess, with glass scattered everywhere. Only two windows were broken, thankfully, but the relentless pounding had knocked much of the glassware that he had set up onto the floor, and any counters under them.
Marion let out a curse, growling lightly
"Glass frigging everywhere..."
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Matt just couldn't keep his mind off that fat guy. The thought of just taking a nice, good bite out of his neck almost made his mouth water...
So he followed him up, careful not to make a sound.