Krad Xavier James's Story

Krad groaned and played with the frequencies on the radio of the car he was sitting in. The car was a wreck, crashed into a building. But somehow the radio had survived in one piece, protected by both airbags and incredible good luck. Listening intently for any signs of life, Krad also kept an eye on the window and his hand on his gun. "I don't want anyone, no, anything sneaking up on me..." He muttered to himself, "I need to stop thinking of them as humans, it just makes it harder... "
The area was, fortunately, currently absent of anything dead. And apart from the occasional bird crying and the constant static of the radio there was no noise whatsoever. "...I suppose it's quite peaceful when there aren't any of the dead around, but then again it rarely ever isn't..."

"-ook, I-" Krad's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a crackled voice from the radio.

"Don't- -kn- -anyone can hear me-"

"So much for a well working radio" Krad hit the box and tried to focus the sound, but the voice was still almost too faint to hear.

"But- -you can- -I need a favour"

"Great, I only just found out someones alive and I'm already being asked to do a favour," Krad laughed despite the fact that either he or the person on the radio may be in mortal danger, "Tell me where you are, and I'll be there..."

"...I'm trapped inside the city's grocery store..."

"Huh, clever, close to food and shelter. But maybe it's not such a good idea when there's most likely zombies everywhere there..."

"...The dead are swarming outside..."

"Yup, there we go, I guess I better-" Krad's thoughts were interrrupted by the sound of movement outside.
He froze for a moment, before kicking open the car door and turning to face his opponent.

What he saw was not what he expected.

Standing in front of him, was a human. Not dead, not a zombie. A normal, female, human. "And she has a gun..."

"Hello...." Krad said, cautiously, "I would appreciate it if you didn't shoot me, there's already too many of the dead around here..."

Zoey nodded and breathed a sigh of relief as she put her gun back in the holster on her thigh, "Sorry I wasn't sure whether you were friendly or not, even the living can be dangerous at times.

She looked in the direction of the grocery store she had seen before, "I had though about going to that store to see if I could find supplies but... after what you wayward friend said over the radio I'm not so sure I want to do that now". She turned in the direction she came, "Funny I have a feeling like I'm being watched, either way I'm getting out of the open". There were buildings all around that had the potential to provide shelter, food and water, she she decided to head for the closest thing that looked promising.

There was an old gas station just a few yards away, with a convenient store, "Hey I'm about the head over to that gas station maybe I can find some decent supplies in there. Your free to follow me if you like or go on it's up to you, and it really doesn't matter to me. Frankly it would be nice to talk to someone other then myself for once. Either way the choice is yours, I'd be willing to split anything I find with you" she said.

wow today is really starting to turn out strange thought dranka i've actually to find 8 survivors in one day, but the other 6 are... Dranka stopped himself their so as to stop any memories from coming back. instead he focused on the two living humans he found. they were talking but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

he could go over and talk to them, learn their names and maybe some other information, like why they were here. he decided against it. it would only end in two ways, either they ask him for help or they just kill him, both of which he wouldn't want. he decided he would just follow them and see what they do, so if they do something stupid, like set off a flair, he could get away with no problem

the female human started to seem like she was going to move so dranka prepared his pack and sword. this may lead him to trouble but he just couldnt leave a possible gold mine to just walk away.

Hearing the two people talk, Lucian tilted his head slightly to the side, trying to listen in on their conversation. He realised how out in the open he was, and moved slightly to the side to stand in a shadow cast by one of the buildings. It wasn't a particularly good hiding place, if you could even call it a hiding place, but it was better than where he had been standing before. He quietly sighed a breath of relief when both of the people confirmed they were alive, and at least partially sane.

When the girl mentioned that she was going to the convenience store at the gas station, he decided it would be a good time to jump into their conversation. Lucian walked forward, each one of his steps clearly filled with caution and reluctance. Despite both of the people having assured they were alive, Lucian couldn't help but be slightly hesitant. After all, nothing was ever what it seemed any more. "Hello!" he called, putting on a cheerful mask as he got closer. It was always better to make it seem like you weren't scared at all, even if you were mentally trembling with fear and feeling like you were about to wet your pants.

"Are you humans? Sane humans, to be precise?" he asked, stopping about five feet away from the two people. Five feet was always a good distance. It could easily be covered if you needed to attack, but still left you enough room to run away.

Dranka just couldn’t believe what he was seeing, survivors coming out of the woodworks. After everything that’s happened in the past few months it just seemed too good to be true
Dranka had stationed himself on a low-lying building with a pair of binoculars, watching things play out. So far he’d seen six living people all converging around a gas station. Makes sense, food, shelter and fuel but by the simple fact that supplies are limited this situation could end in conflict. Hence why Dranka was up here rather then going in there himself.
He pulled out an packet of stale biscuits and prepared for the show

Katchinah listened in softly on the conversation that followed the vehicle-bound folk closing her eyes, and acknowledging the situation. At least it seemed like they all were not bloodthirsty marauders. In fact, they seemed quite peaceful! It eased the Apache girl, making her smile. Someone out of the world that hadn't lost their mind. Aside from herself, anyway. She peered around the corner again, watching as the girl started away, for the gas station as she said she would. She'd begin to round the corner, when she heard a new voice, making her gasp softly, and jerking her body back around the side of the building. She clasped her shotgun close to her body, and silently looked back towards the woman's 'group'.

However, what she didn't expect to happen is for her to taken off guard. Katchinah had not been paying attention to the direction she had came from... and when her head bolted around, she yelped. A zombie was ten feet from her, lumbering at her with large, outstretched arm, and mouth agape. Startled, Katchinah fell over onto her back, directly out into the alleyway. Seeing it's prey had fallen, the zombie hobbled faster, moaning loudly. Katchinah brought the shotgun down from her chest-clenched grasp, and leveled it at the zombie, pulling the trigger on the sawn-off, filling the alleyway with a deep thud. The buckshot blasted chunks of rotting meat through the zombie, revealing the rancid meat behind the skin. The trigger was pulled a second time, sending the pellets through the zombie's spine, and blasting it into pieces. Crippled, the zombie flopped down like a rag doll, it's head at her feet. She instantly scooted away, placing her back against the alleyway wall as she pulled out her Glock. She looked around; searching for other zombies...looking for the other threats.

Before she realized that she had just thrown her position away for the group she was spying on!

Katchinah, out of self-defense, pointed her Glock down the alleyway towards the other survivors. She didn't look very hostile... in fact, she looked more frightened than threatening. Nonetheless, she remained silent, with her gun pointed towards the only other potential threat.