The Walking Dead

[Jacob Hail]

Andrew was able to return to his safehouse with little problems, fortifying it a bit more to help secure against the extra dead walking around. He had chosen a mechanics shop to reside in, find the workshop in it very useful for creating things, and the vast array of tools and welding equipment it had ment he only had to go scavenging for materials. Plus, the building itself is low on the looting list. With a heavy sigh, the shark walked over to his work bench and placed the flamethrower on it, reaching for a few tools before starting to disassemble the gun. He began to talk out loud, listing off discrepancies in his mindas he worked. "Damn handle is loose again, might need to go find a new screw this one looks stripped. Adjustment on gas intake need tweeked a little. Nozzle cooling ports need cleaned of carbon build up." He words died off into small mummbles, but he continued to tinker with the flamethrower, same as he did every night.

[Scout Brighton]

"London...like the place..." Izzi said, looking about once more. "With the right wind, it's a bit of an easy shot--just need to compensate for drop..." She opens the forearm panel again. "I wouldn't imagine so...my dad was one to just throw something together unless it's an actual project he's getting payed..." She explained. "But yeah, he's an advanced technician, and he taught me pretty much all I know ever since I got this thing...engineering and tech are my specialt--..." Izzi cut herself off. "Sh, sh, sh..." She hushed, then listened out, looking around more. A faint banging is heard. "...hear that?" She asked quietly. "...walkers don't actually hit things...they just push against it...that's gotta be someone else..." She says as she retracts her forearm panel. Her ears tuck back. "Don't follow me..." She seemingly snapped, then ducked a bit low as she started making her way towards the banging.

[Farewell]

Zaida huffed walking to the warehouse just near the border of the city and entered, slamming the door shut and grabbing .her crowbar putting it between the door handles. She walked over and stumbled to a table dropping her pack aside and panting lightly. 'Losing far too much blood you have to rest' she thought I herself shaking her head lightly. Her tail wrapping around one of the legs of the table keeping herself steady as her head rested against the beaten wooden table and paws grabbing both sides with her hands.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray eventually petered out, and stopped hitting the window. The glass had a decent sized crack in it, but not enough to shatter. Ray mopped his brow, and stared at the window, angry at both himself and the window.

[London The Wolf.]

"Hey don't even think your leaving me behind. I was trained in stealth for a reason besides I think I know who it is" I run a head of her and take point seeing a figure around the corner I give her a signal to stop and move up stopping my stealth "Ray? What are you doing here?" I turn for a second "come on you. It's a guy I know. Won't try to kill you"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray turned, and dropped his rifle. "L-Look...I just need s-some food, n-not trouble."

[Scout Brighton]

"Hey, I can handle myself...!" Izzi snapped, but she kept following as she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't assuming he was going to kill me...I've already ran into two people and neither were hostile...I wasn't even going to say anything if it wasn't worth it..." She rounded the corner with London. "And my name's Izzi..." She saw a raccoon who dropped his rifle. He looked afraid. "Settle down, friend...we're no trouble to you unless you're trouble to us...I just wanted to see who was banging on something...you know Walkers are attracted to sound right...? How much ammo you have, anyway?" She asks, walking closer to the raccoon.

[London The Wolf.]

"Hey ray. Catch." I toss him a can of food "now let's do this the smart way." I quickly cut open the door for him my sword still working beautifully. "There its open. Hope you can find something. Or if you don't mind We. That includes you if you want Izzy" I think this might work.

[Wolxikin]

"The reason I didn't shoot you is cause I'm not a murderer... though I won't make any promises" Blu said, walking past them. He didn't like being in the city, he'd rather be back at his warehouse, he had found enough food for a day or two, he had no more reason to be out there. He started back in the direction of his warehouse. Finally reaching it he went to the doors to get inside "The hell?" He said, it seemed the door was being blocked. He headed around to the back to get to the emergency ladder and climbed up. Peering down into the warehouse from the trapdoor which he used to get on the roof, he peered inside. "The hell are you doing in my warehouse?!" He yelled, seeing Zaida.

[Farewell]

Zaida eyes constricted from the yelled and ears stood facing him her gasmask, although was blurry due to the smeared blood on the lense. She stood quickly drawing her pistol swiftly and holding it tight with both hands and tail knocking the table down and crouching behind it, using it as cover. "Get the **censor** away wolf" she growled lowly although the blood and her voice showed she wasn't in the best condition but she wasn't going to back down any time soon, she never did.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray blinked, and nearly dropped the can. "T-Thanks...I-I'll try to repay you." He stepped inside, and began to search the store, after retrieving his rifle. Ray found a discarded plastic bag, but only a few pieces of moldy bread, and a door emitting a pounding noise, as if something was running against it with a metal plate.

[Wolxikin]

"I should be telling you the same thing, this is my warehouse you're in" He replied, sliding down the ladder. He quickly drew is desert eagle and dodged behind a shipping container

[London The Wolf.]

I step in with Ray. "You might want to back away from that door." I draw my sword Again ready to kill anything past that door if I had to. "Why couldn't we just all work together... Bloody other survivers." I bash open the door to a few walkers and cut there heads off quickly and with great force.

[Farewell]

The hybrid hissed. "Yours? You must be dumb, you think claiming things is going to keep furries out of your shit, well sorry to break it to you little boy blue but this is the end and I will whatever I please" she snapped followed with a sick laugh but were a bit muffled under the mask. She turned off the safety of the silenced pistol ready to shoot.

[Scout Brighton]

((London, you're kinda controlling right now...if someone mentions something like the metal scraping on a door, they most likely have a thing planned, so...unless you mention something yourself, or someone asks you to do something, can you...not always jump in front? You sound like you're trying to be a bit of a badass, too...))