Chase had stumbled back in time to here the plan, he looked sullen with swollen eyes and simply nodded. His eyes darting between everyone he just stood there waiting. His eyes finally rested on the clerk guy, "Uhm...I don't want to get yelled at or cause a fight...but is it safe to have that guy? I mean haven't you all ever watched the movies, wounds gets infected and hours later guy is eating people." Chase's voice was low and lacked confidence, but he had the ability to think on a different level from adults given his age, a good and bad thing. "I'm just suggesting we lock him up in a room for safety..."

Kevin looked at the kid, grimacing, he'd seen the movies but didn't want to believe it about his newfound friend.

Rebecca was more vocal, "We aren't doing that to Ed, he's bad enough as it is, he won't turn into one of them."

Kevin reluctantly shook his head, "Rebecca, those are zombies out there, we can only assume all the movies, the video games, the books, were all true. I'll lock myself in a room with him, I'll take care of him, and if he...turns."

He looked ruefully at the magnum, "I'll take care of him."

Eager to get off the subject at hand, he motioned to the duffel bag, "We've got some food and drinks in the bag. Along with some molotov cocktails we made at a convenience store. Fire works on these bastards, thankfully. Take what you need."

Jack listened intently to Luke, and then when Chase spoke up about Ed, he knew that that's what it would come to. "If you can't find it in your heart to kill him, I'll do it. That is, if he turns." Noticing Ed was still awake, he took his conversation to a different direction, now with Luke. "This guy's a multimillionaire. If he gets to his bunker, I'm short a million in cash, and he's gonna send someone to...clean house. He's the only man I've ever feared, so if we get the chance, he dies. The money I can make up, but well, life is kinda important."

Turning to Chase, he put his hand on his shoulder and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Listen, I'm a nice guy. I'm not gonna sit by and watch while these guys beat on you. Well, at least not the angry guy, Gunnny's got a helluva lot of tact." Speaking to the whole group now, Jack said one last thing before walking over to the wall in order to check his pistol. "Whatever we do, I'm with Chase."

(Inside high school with Ed, Rebecca, Kevin, Chase, Luke and Danny)

Travis walked out of the changing room with his new leather coat, sporting it with some sweat pants and running shoes. "Well I think it's better to wear something a little bit more covering for things that bite." he says to himself while looking in the mirror. He makes his way to the pile of guns he made earlier and grabs the pump action shotgun from the pile. Checking the barrle he sees if it is useable "AUUURGH!!!!!" sounds one of the zombies from behind the gate. The numbers had grown and they all were attempting to force the door open. "Oh shit..we're running out of time." he turns to the rest of the store "LUIS WE GOT TO GO!""

Corry got up late in the after noon. He heard sirens. HE went and looked out of his window, He saw some one being attacked by a crazed man. He grabbed his gun, and ran out the door. He lined his sights up with the mans head."Hey buddy knock it off!" The woman was screaming. The man was chewing on her arm. He squeezed the trigger gently. The gun powder exploded from the end of the barrel. The bullets entered and exited the mans head smoothly and cleanly. He ran over to the lady. Her eyes were glazed over. He ran his fingers down her face closing her eyes. He ran back in side and dressed in his boots and cargo pants. He nabbed his shirt and bowie knife and headed out the door. When he stepped out of the door the lady had gotten up and was charging him. He pulled his knife and stabbed her in the mouth impaling her head on his knife. She fell to the ground dead, He started jogging towards the city to see what was going on. (Sorry for god modding a bit but hey. Also were are you guys?)

When Travis walked into the changing room Luis walked to the pile of guns and started putting boxes of ammo into his backpack. Travis walked out of the changing room. Luis started to take a few of the rifles apart and putting the pieces in the backpack.

"LUIS WE GOT TO GO!” Travis yelled. Luis looked over at the door where about twenty infected had gathered.

“I agree but where are we going to go?” Luis said as he handed Travis a box of 12. Gage shotgun shells.

OOC:Yeah...where did Bert go? I'm waiting for a response about raiding the ROTC's rifles.

I know. I'm in ROTC. However, some schools, like mine, DO have a marksmanship team. They just store the pins somewhere else...

Travis loads the 12 as he speaks. "Anywhere but here were fucked if we dont get out of here soon." he looks at the back entrance of the sporting goods store. He spies a staff entrance door leading into the basement of the mall "Over here!" he yells grabbing a spare back pack off the rack and and something to hold the guns in. "Better there then no where."

Name: Liger

Nickname: Li (lie)

Age: 35

Occupation before Infection: Work on a swat team in New York city for 15 years.

Mission: Trying to stay alive killing as i go.

Looks/Appearance:

Clothing: Has a swat bullet proof vest on, with swat issued boots and pants along with a long sleeve shirt.

Weapons on hand:

has four with 20 clips four with 20 clips all witch are stored in a one shoulder backpack. the sniper he has 15 clips and its on a strap.

Back story: Most all of Ligers life he was introdused to the swat and the F.B.I. and others like it, his father was friends with everyone on his swat team. Liger knew what he knows from his father and thanks him every chance he gets, if not for his father he may not e here today.

Location: New York City heading where ever.

got tired and ill do that back story when i get up.

Sorry guys but I'm with dig on this.

Travis lost track of Luis as he bolted for the door to the basement. His backpack bouncing agaist him, and shotgun in hand he sprinted not looking back. His haste made him forget about Luis, "Fuck..." he turned around glancing at the door to the Sporting goods section. "C'mon man." he said with worry as he waited to see any sign of Luis through the door, the sound of the clanging gate getting louder and louder.

“Anywhere but here were fucked if we dont get out of here soon." Travis said.
Luis looked at Travis and nodded. “I’ll be there in a minute,” Luis said but Travis had already walked though the door. Luis finished up with the guns and ammo and walked towards the door. The zombies at the door got louder. Luis looked, the top of the door was about to break. Luis ran out the door closing it as he ran to Travis. “RUN!!!” After Luis yelled there was a loud crashing sound in the store.

Sorry i'v been double posting.

Travis didnt disagree in the slightest, looking back at the fierce crowd that was right behind Luis "Oh shi-!" he falled short turning onehundred and eighty degrees and sprinting for the rest of the basement. "Get to the door!" he pointed at the elevator door dimly lite enfront of him, he stopped inside his hands near the close door button. Frantic he looked at the crowd closing in, gripping his pump at the ready " Luis jump for it!" he pressed the button the door coming to a slow lagging close.