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Ryan was taking the situation better then he thought he would have. He had although resorted to his normal panic mode, finding a warm corner, sitting down and chain smoking. He sat in the golden brown straw that rustled underneath every time he fidgeted "I fucking hate farms" He said under his breath rolling his 7th cigarette. He spat what was left of the 6th onto the floor, crushing it with the heel of his boot lighting up his freshly rolled one and exhaling.

He was on his own in the barn, Graham had wondered of a few minutes before leaving Ryan to look back at the last 20 or so minutes of chaos. The moans of the infected could be heard just over the sound of the planes still spluttering engines, "if the plane catches fire whatever's left of the fuel is gotta turn it into a bomb" Ryan said out loud with a small snort of laughter at his own bad luck not caring who heard him as he rested his head against the cold wooden paneling that made up the barn.

He took a long drag of the cigarette before throwing it against the wall on the other side of the barn in a sudden burst of anger causing a small shower of sparks to rain into a trough of dirty water. He quickly stood up roughly running his hands through his hair before cupping his face in his palms considering his options. After a few seconds of thinking he decided the best plan was to stick with Graham. The farm was probably well stocked, must have had a few things they could use as weapons and anyone who survived the plane crash would probably come here first "Strength in numbers's" He said thinking outloud as he swung open the heavy barn doors.

The morning sun hit him hard forcing him to squint and cover his eye's, walking around the side of the barn to see how to situation was going he spotted a medium sized axe. He picked it up weighing it in his hands before taking a trial swing at a fence post "better then nothing I guess" He said to himself with a grin pulling the axe out of the wood and walking over to the stone fence. Looking over he was still awestruck by the sight of the plane, the shear amount of damage it had caused was impressive considering it had only actually nicked the silo, still seemed to be enough to rip it out of it's foundations and put a gash the size of a man in it. Closer to him he spotted a small group of people walking towards the farm occasionally looking back at the infected who stumbled out of the planes wreckage.

Ryan waved his arm's in the air for them to see, not wanting to yell incase it attracted the infected even though they would probably follow the group, even if they didn't they would smell them or wonder over in there search for food. Ryan sprinted to the large steel gate that was the only easy way to access the farm and pulled it open for the survivors.