The Walking Dead

[Wolxikin]

"I don't talk" Blu growls and grabs the arm holding him up, then kicks London in the cheek, causing him to be dropped to the ground. He quickly holsters his guns and sword before making a break for the stairs

[London The Wolf.]

I only rub my face. "Bloody dick I'm not going to deal with him again" I drop off the side of the building climbing down and moving through the streets. I sit down in a house for a few seconds. "So in total I lost one. Almost had to kill two and found zero people to keep moving with" I pull one of my handguns out of its holster and look at it. "If no one ever works together... I may just loose my mind..." This is the first time London has been like this since this days started... Depressed. Alone. Sad. Actually contemplating ending it all. But he knows he won't. He knows he never will.
(Like you said. Make London real. He already had thoughts like this but he never voiced them)

[Wolxikin]

Blu sighs as he continues down the stairs "I swear the survivors are more annoying than the undead" he mumbles. Finally coming to the bottom he heads out down the streets in search of provisions

[London The Wolf.]

Hearing a moan I halfheartedly shoot a walker. My ammo couts two mags for both handguns two mags for my Sniper. That's all I have left. I can get some medical supplies later. Not like I need them. And I still have food and water. About a weeks worth without cuting my intake. I may need to. I'll just need to work later... They say no rest for the weary. But this weary one needs rest.

[Farewell]

Zaida growled her ears leaned back as she stitched herself up. The hybrid huffing from her nostrils her   mask just lifted a bit above her snout allowing her to bite the towel, gradually biting down harder on the rolled up towel. Although it was painful she kept herself focused on stitching, she had to slow and steadily a bit hard as her blood stained paws shook lightly.

[Dubaku]

*as Dubaku made his way down the street, he comes across an abandoned Footlocker, it had been run into by an SUV, leaving it wide open* Ooh, wonder what they got in stock. *he enters the Footlocker and peruses the various shoes on display* Damn. Hope they didn't clean out all the Jordans... *Dubaku then hears a soft growl coming from the back of the store, he then unsheathes one of his Kpingas and quickly opens the door, looking down, he found a zombie with no legs* Ah, so since you ain't got no feet, you won't mind if I take some of these shoes? Great, thanks *he then stomps the zombie's head, spattering blood and brains all over the floor*

[Jacob Hail]

Andrew sat on the side of the van, blowing smoke out of his mouth as he watched more dead swaem around the van. Their rotten hands reached up for him just out of their grasp, the dead now physically beginning to shake his perch. There were 20 or so around him, which would be enough. Pulling out his knife, he stabbed it fown into the exposed gas tank of the van, letting the gas pour out over the crowed. He had to make sure to let all of it drain out or risk the flame back feeding into the tank and exploding with him on it. Once the front part of the group was thoroughly soaked, the shark stood up and aimed his weapon down, igniting the first gas covered zombie and watching the rest go up as well. He turned around and doused the horde in the back, not letting up until his flame died down, signaling an empty tank. All there was left to do now was wait. The heat from where he was standing was intense, and the smell of burning rotten flesh was nauseating, but he learned to ignore these things. Besides, standing in the miidle of the van away from the edges made the heat at least more bearable.

[warfox]

(sorry London I didn't mean to ignore you...and I wasn't in any danger if you read my last post closer you'll see)
*warfox continues walking for a few hours being very cautious, killing a few walkers along the way and thinking off all the possible ways the next store raid could turn out, he comes along a car with groans coming from it he arms his g36 and come to the car window inside was a female walker sitting there with the seatbelt clicked in, he opens the door and her arms start to reach for him but couldn't he hears another walker in the back it looked to be about only 8 months old and assuming the one it the front is the mother* this is what the world is now *he mumbles to himself, then dispatching the both of them...

[London The Wolf.]

(Ya I know warfox. I kinda caused the danger and solved it.)
Hearing the gun shots I perk up and sprint outside. Seeing that fox that I saw before. Odd. Whats he doing here. I start walking towards him slowly. "Hello?" My hands at my sides my mind consisting all options for excape or attack.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray crawled out from under a car, as he had scrambled beneath it when London and Zaida had drawn their weapons. He sighed, and continued walking. Ray looked about, before heading towards a nearby office, hoping to find supplies.

[warfox]

(you should read my ref on pg 1 it will help)
he turns to the wolf gun pointed, once realizing hes not a walker he nods and turns back and continues walking*

[London The Wolf.]

I start to walk beside you. "Not very talkative are you. Names London. Yours?" Fully expecting a shot towards me or a punch and ready to run like frack if I need to. Wanting at least one bloody person to help or to at least talk to.
(I know. And London is going to contue to try to get him to talk until you ward him off at gunpoint)

[Dubaku]

UV, sees the key is still in the ignition* Highly unlikely, but, may as well test to see if this bitch still runs. *he turns the key a few times, the SUV finally starts up* Oh shit? *a surprised look flashes across Dubaku's face* Hmm... *he looks around the interior of the SUV, he notices a subwoofer in the back, as well as four other modded speakers in the doors* Damn, this thing got a bumpin system. *he gets in, and slowly backs it out of the store* Might be able to beef this baby up.

[warfox]

*he looks at the wolf then back strait ahead* its war

[Farewell]

Zaida gloves stained with her blood along some of her pants and tang top, with the stitching finally complete. She placed the mask back on her face after taking a pain pill though it didn't change much. Struggled but now standing she huffed wrapping her side with a medium bandage. Sliding the tank top on and grabbing her back pack she walked out of the pharmacy but made sure that she showed no signs of pain, she never did, gripping the crowbar in her paw lightly shaking she began to walk her breathing muffled under the Gasmask.
(This actually needs walkers) about a mile away a large horde of zombies traveled by foot or for some, crawled. A few wandered ahead, behind or completely walked off. They were coming from the city over. possibly attracted by gun shots or a living thing had led them this way by mistake? The moans, growls, started to become clear as they grew closer.
Zaida looked seeing at least five walkers. Her ears flicking from faded moans. "Horde..." She spoke softly to herself. They weren't much of a threat now, but once they got into the city they would separate into different streets making it difficult to escape, she's seen it once to a group she was planning to raid. 'Got to move, Zaida.' She thought to herself.