Knox County

[Drakeyboy]

Pat kept up with her ally the whole way to his base. Once she reached it she wasn't too impressed. She knew the pace was full with a hoard but she thought it fared better than this. But one things for certain they couldn't stay here anymore not unless they can board everything up. She wanted to say something about it but figured he was thinking the same thing. But before moving out she needed sleep and maybe water.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Should be simple enough to board up these windows, with two people... maybe a third... I don't know if he's alive yet." The shepherd sighed, sweeping off the glass from a counter, placing his rifle (who's stock has cracked, noticeably) onto it

[coolcoyote]

Liam shined his light inside the open door to the second office. "Nah...not much in here..." the marten could be heard rummaging though the room, going through desk drawers, by the sound of it. "Matt! Hey Matt check it out."

Liam appears on the catwalk again. He brandishes a letter open in the shape of a double edged sword with a wooden handle. "I know its silly but...in the end of the world it pays to take humor where you can find it, right Mat?"

The plump marten shined his light on the lynx coming up the stairs. "Matt?" His fur began to rise on the back of his neck. Something was...off. He couldn't place it but something in the cat caused Liam to back away from Matt until his tail brushed the metal rail of the catwalk behind him. "Matt? Matt you ok?"

[Ryan Naismith]

Matt let out a low groan, arms outstretched, claws extended. The Marten looked... tasty. That's all he could think. The thought of taking a nice, juicy chunk out of the pine marten had an almost orgasmic connotation to it... but, the small part of him that was still human, struggling to remain in control was still there. It used the last of its strength to force the lynx to say "Kill...me..."
And then, just like that, Matt was no different from the rest of the slavering ghouls outside.

[Drakeyboy]

Pat listened to the Shepard as he announced the plan. But one thing stuck with her. "Wait you have another friend?" She asked. She might have to be careful she doesn't know this guy's intentions and with a second around it might be dangerous. She was a girl after all and for some reason in every media she has seen they are the most vulnerable and in this case these guys might think the same. She had to keep strong and harsh like she always had.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Pfah, him?" The shepherd shook his head, chuckling "Don't worry about him. He's very...well, let's just say he leads a secular life." The shepherd moved to his armory, drawing Gus finger across each and every weapon. Most if his firearms aren't friendly to beginners, with relatively high recoil, and weird sights. However, there was one that would work perfectly. He picked a 9mm P320, with a fancy red dot sight, and a laser at the bottom. He had used a bore laser earlier to sight the both of them in, so it should be accurate.
He handed her the pistol, rattling off a few facts about it.

[coolcoyote]

"Matt...Matt!" The marten squeaked as he pushed up against the railing as far as he could go. It creaked ominously against his weight. There was no chance of tossing himself over before the lynx took a bite out of him.

"Come on man! Snap out of it!" Vivid flashes of being eaten alive by this thing flashed through Liam's head. Would it start with his belly? His flank? Maybe a limb? Or just bite his head off. "You told me it wasn't a bite! You TOLD me!" Liam shrieks in an accusitory way. His voice fills with anger, "You told me you were not infected!" He give the zombie a feirce kick to the abdomin to push it away, towards the stairs and give himself enough time to...to what? Throw himself from a story tall catwalk, break his legs and lie there waiting for zombies to come eat him? To starve?

No, he pressed the attack. Grabbing the letter opener like a propper knife he thrust forward towards the lynx's head.  "You jackwagon! You could have told me!"

[Ryan Naismith]

The blade of the "Sword" bounces quite ineffectively off of the lynx's skull(Turns out, the part of the body that protects the most important thing in it is quite tough! Go figure.), but the force of the blow is enough to send him reeling backwards. The former lynx flails its arms in an attempt to right itself, instead sending itself tumbling down the stairs.
Since the warehouse was fairly long, the stairway had no landings, so, in effect, the lynx tumbled to the ground, gathering up momentum as he did.
He kept going once he got off the stairs, his primal attempts at stopping himself doing little good. He careened into a shelving unit, knocking whatever things were on there off balance, a particularly heavy box squishing a good chunk of his upper and lower body, just below the shoulders. Only one arm was trapped, and said arm was reaching towards Liam with the last of his strength.

[coolcoyote]

Liam cringed with every time the zombie hit the stairs and finally crashed down on the floor below. "M-Matt? Are you ok?" He asked instinctively even though he knew that the person known as Matt was long gone before falling down the stairs. He shone his light on the zombie below and let out an estranged gasp. Combined with the darkness of the warehouse the sight of the crushed zombie still trying to grab at him would forever haunt his nightmares.

"By the light..."  he felt...sick to be honest. No one ever really got used to seeing someone turn.

Cautiously Liam came down the stairs. He ran for the door and almost opened it but then paused. Looking back at the zombie carcus of Matt the martin sighed. Heading back into the warehouse Liam picks up a hammer laying on one of the shelves, tossing his letter opener away.

Standing infront of the trapped zombie Liam takes a deep brewth to steady his nerves then pushes the box off of him...and then uses the hammer to put it out of its missery..."Good bye Matt."

[Ryan Naismith]

As the lynx breathes his last breath, there seems to be a... smile on his face. He embraced the murky blackness of oblivion like one would an old friend, glad to be finally rid of those troubling thoughts, glad to finally be dead. The virus leaves its infected painfully aware of what they are, but equally as painfully aware that they cannot control it.
Liam had to get on his feet. to rest, maybe. But he had to get back to Marion and pat, as soon as possible.

[coolcoyote]

Liam breathed deeply resting his head against the mirror of the bathroom he found in the warehouse. There was no water from the tap but their were paper towls and with enough soap he managed to clean tbe hammer he found and more importantly his fur of as much zombie goop as he could.

He remembered Axel from the third group. Liam doubted that was his real name given the wolverines ecentric personality Liam wouldnt doubt he traveled by an alias. Axel was one kf the few people to actually enjoy the end of the world. Cackalling maddly as he gleefully killed off the undead sometimes to a degree that it disturbed the rest of the group.

It the chance of getting infected because zombie juices splashed over an open wound was...rare...but not un heard of.

Axel met his end in a more theatrical way, finding a gas powered chain saw. Despite protest from the rest  of the group the wolverine insisted he prove the weapons effectiveness in a zombie invasion, as shown in the movies. So he took the chain saw to the first horde he incountered. It was, to be fair, quite effective.

Both at defeating the zombie and splashing the young wolverine with infected juices across his legs,torso, and open mouth as he cackled in delight. He wasnt laughing when he turned less than a day later.

From then on Liam kept himself clean when possible to almost phobic degrees.

After finishing this the marten returned to the main room. It was...disturbing to him to stay here now. Too many doors, locked or unlocked. Too many shadows for creatures to hide, real or imagined.

His best bet was to find his lost friend back at the origional safe house. It would be dangerous but...what wasn't these days.

As he paused his stomach growled fiercely. Maybe he could stop by the pie place on the way. The marten tilted his head in thought then shook it. There would be time enough for that later. Safety first. Hunger second.

Adjusting the belt around his waist the young marten peered opened the door just enough to peer out side then darted out into the night.

[Ryan Naismith]

The horde outside has thinned somewhat. True, they stayed rather close, but they had spread out, for whatever reason.
"Grrrwoof! Woof woof!" A dog was outside, from the sound of its barks, it was feral. The dog growled, pouncing onto one of the zombies, tearing savagely at his throat.
Of course, as you know, all that did was add a new hole for the zombie to shove meat into.
The horde quickly encircled the dog, the last Liam heard of her was a panicked yap, a whine, and then silence. Well, from the dog at least. There was still plenty of moans.

[Drakeyboy]

Pat grabbed the pistol giving her ally a quick glance as she did so losing some trust. After she started to look over the pistol. "So where did you get all of these guns?" She asked. she wanted to remove the sight because the pistol wouldn't fit in her pocket with it on. After a little bit of fiddling she started to take it off. It's not like she would need it anyway with the laser guide on.

[Ryan Naismith]

"I didn't. Guy who lived here did." Just as pat started fiddling with the pistol, Marion turned around, a tactical leg holster in hand "ah... the sight would be useful past longer than the laser would. And plus, it looks cool." The shepherd shook his head "anyways, the guy who lived here was  a prepper, and a gun nut. All I brought was an AR-15, which kind of... exploded, and this." He pulled another SIG P320, with the same attachments as pat's, this time in .40 S&W

[Drakeyboy]

Pat looked over to the Shepard as she continued to take off the sight. "I'm not going to be sniping people with it. I'm just going to use it when i need to reload my shotgun." She said as the sight came off. She handed it back to the Shepard and said. "Plus it won't fit in my pocket if i leave it on."