Amirillo, Texas.

Gawain's super happy smile, turned into that magnificently, sinisterly, evilly evil smile that we all know and love pops up every time he talks about his knife. Strapping his baseball bat back onto his back quickly, he pulled out those dual hatchets of his. "BRING IT ON, BITCHES! NYAHAHAHAHAAA!" he laughed hysterically, his body vibrating, his head shaking, like he was having a seizure. But no, it was just him being crazy. Though you might think he rushed forward into the crowd, he didn't. He held his ground and waited to see what the others were going to do. Mainly because kamikaze tactics like that would never work. His eyes gleamed with the sight of beaten, bloody and dismembered corpses. Disturbing...

Renae wiped the sweat from her forehead. She felt as though she had been walking for hours, dragging her bloody zombie bashing pole behind her. She looked up to the sun, thinking of the previous days. She had lost her father, his blood the first to decorate her odd weapon. She was so tired. She fanned the neck of her purple t-shirt. She wished she had worn shorts instead of the skinny jeans she currently wore. She was tempted to take them off and rip them into shorts, it wasn't like there was anyone around to notice.

"BRING IT ON, BITCHES! NYAHAHAHAHAAA!"

Scratch that, she was indeed not alone. Her curiosity overcame her as she ventured to the other side of a gas station, seeing a group of people and an even bigger group of zombies. She gulped, wondering what it was she was supposed to do. She;d help, but she had a measly pole and they had guns. She was about to leave them be when a zombie grabbed her arm. She turned around and screamed, bashing it in the head her pole. It laid on the ground, starting to move as though it was going to give up. She wasn't about to let that happen. She took her pole and slammed the end of it into it's temple, blood flying everywhere. Good thing she had gotten used to it.

The moment the zombies came into view, Kasma was panicking. Silva was out there...and everyone else she didn't want to meet. Couldn't they..just..hop into her monster of a vehicle and they'd all drive off into the sunset and live happily ever after? No...that couldn't happen. At least, the living happily ever after part. No, that was only in fairytales. Kasma was tempted to run out with her machete, but she'd most likely get killed before she could even poke one of the stupid zombies. Rolling down the window impatiently, she stuck her head out and yelled, "If you wanna live, get your asses in the car!" She hoped they'd heard her. Maybe they'd get smart and make their way into the hummer, and someone else would take the wheel...there was no way she'd be able to drive away and NOT hit a tree...it was impossible.

The moment the zombies came into view, Kasma was panicking. Silva was out there...and everyone else she didn't want to meet. Couldn't they..just..hop into her monster of a vehicle and they'd all drive off into the sunset and live happily ever after? No...that couldn't happen. At least, the living happily ever after part. No, that was only in fairytales. Kasma was tempted to run out with her machete, but she'd most likely get killed before she could even poke one of the stupid zombies. Rolling down the window impatiently, she stuck her head out and yelled, "If you wanna live, get your asses in the car!" She hoped they'd heard her. Maybe they'd get smart and make their way into the hummer, and someone else would take the wheel...there was no way she'd be able to drive away and NOT hit a tree...it was impossible.

Jared didn't have any weapons with him, so he jumped up and got ready to run when some girl stuck her head out the window of the Hummer and shouted at them all to get in the car. It would definitely go faster than him and could take a few hits from a zombie to boot, so he got jumped into the back.

This was about the point he noticed the girl in the driver's seat. She looked 15 at the most. "Can you actually drive this?" He asked.

Peter hopped in the back seat and took out a few zombies with his sigs, then he tossed them on the seat behind him and pulled his sniper. Six... Seven at a time dropped, one after the other.
"how fast can this thing go? and try not to hit any bumps, please." He took out more and more. The sniper was empty. "SHIT!" He pulled his pepperbox revolver, a grandfather from the civil war era.
"scratch that, go faster than this thing can."

[[Double post back there, wtFudge...-_e]]

Kasma looked back at the question, terror and amusement in her eyes. "Kindof...why?" Nevermind it, she wouldn't wait for an answer. Instead, she grabbed Carlos and looked back again. "One of you guys drived this damned thing...I'll make us hit a tree." Before climbing in the back, she cracked the window, enough to yell out to Silva, "GET IN DAMN THE CAR!" Rolling the window back up past no return, she clambered into the backseat, grateful she was small enough to not touch either of her new travelling companions. Hesitating, she threw Carlos into the trunk and leaned halfway into the front seat, the window on the driver's side was really the only window SHE was able to see out of. 'C'mon..' she thought, completely nervous. Shaking her head and fixing the bottom of her shirt nervously, she brought her knees to her chest in the seat she was now sitting in, hiding her face completely from view. Hopefully, the two that had just gotten in would leave her alone....She was never one for meeting new people.

Gawain, being the psychotic psycho he was, still stood where he was standing. Two of those freaks decided to run at him at the same time, with Gawain's solution to this problem being to implant hatchets into their faces. Blood sprayed onto his clothes, and a little bit on his face; he went even crazier. With the two freaks lying on the ground with his hatchets stuck quite firmly, Gawain whipped his baseball bat out. Bones cracked. Necks snapped. Heads were smashed inwards. He was doing pretty good at killing them and keeping them away from himself and the others, until one started sneaking up on him from behind. It grabbed onto his shoulders and attempted to bite Gawain's neck. Big mistake. Pulling his knife hastily out of his pocket - dropping the severely dented baseball bat on the bloody ground - he sliced upwards across the person's face. They staggered back, which gave Gawain enough time to kick that bastard in the throat with his spiked shoes. It still wasn't dead, so Gawain pulled one of his hatchet's out of one of the corpses and performed a nice little decapitation ritual on the freak. He did another freaky laugh, which was probably a bad idea. More came from around the corner, several more than there was before. And they all appeared to be rather muscular and taller than he was. Realizing it was time to run, he hastily pulled out his other hatchet from the other corpse, left the ruined baseball bat behind, and practically flew to the hummer. "Hey! You weren't plannin' on leaving without me, were ya?"

Whether they would let him in was another story entirely.

{{Written while I was half asleep. Hoorah.}}

Rain watched as the commotion turned into chaos. She eyed the hummer, plenty old enough to drive. As much as she hated the idea of going over and offering to drive, it seem like staying put was much of a choice. She beat in the face of another zombie and ran over to the hummer. Out of all the cars they had to choose, she wished they hadn't chosen this one, but beggars weren't choosers.

She climbed in, noticing that the drivers seat was empty. "You plan on running with no driver?" She gave the three that had made it to the car an exasperated look. Though she really couldn't blame them, it wasn't like they had this all planned. She climbed into the drivers seat and let the pole rest between her legs. She started the hummer and felt the engine roar to life. "I'll drive. Where we heading?" She noticed that not all of the group wasn't in the hummer, but she wasn't going to wait forever.

Despite any people not wanting him in the hummer, Gawain got in the hummer. Fresh blood dripped off his clothes and onto the seat below him. Wait, was that a piece of brain matter on his jacket..? Most likely. "Can we, you know, get the hell outta dodge already? I kinda don't want to stay here with those body-building super-zombies. That's one thing I wouldn't stand a chance against." he blabbered on, wiping his hatchets and his over-sized knife on his already stained jacket. Surprisingly, the blood didn't get into his multitude of pockets, so everything in them was perfectly safe! How nice. Buuut.. I wonder what the people sitting in the hummer would think of a blood-covered demon like Gawain.. hmm..

And so, the psychotic midget took out a trail mix bar and started eating it. Delicious! And he would totally share it with the others if they asked. Which they probably won't because Gawain is scary. Seriously.