"Lies, thats what they were. They were lies. The air drops looked like a way to help. But no. It was a way to kill us off. It attracts the bandits as long as us to one location. Creating a blood bath. I witnessed the savages kill a family of 4 just last night. It was horrific. But this only helps with my statement from a few moths ago that the government Will not help us. Hell in case you don't remember, a few days after that they bombed the city to try and kill us off. It has been 3 months the last sign of actual military inside the city. Well thats enough of the important history lesson. Now time for news. Wall street has been taken over and serves as a new residence for some 'reboot' the recreate a stable community. But that is all I will leave you with some music"

The radio cuts to some Rap. Sammy sits on her chair looking down onto the streets from her 8 story building then. This was what some people called 'Nest' Snipers liked to come here because of popular traveling between bandit camps. But now it has been a killing spot. Bandits blocked off some roads and made this an easy way to get gear. Sam was here to do the same. But her targets were not innocent it was the bandit snipers. She had been there all day. Not a single thing. The bandits were gone. She already had a tag count of 5 for some "Hunting" earlier. She turned off the radio. If anyone heard it they would have came by now. He stomach grumbled. It was time to eat. She glanced threw her bags. Only granola and water. She ate a bar. It would have to do for now.

Davian walked through the streets of what he liked to call it New New York. He walked past the wreckage of cars and skeletons with his LMG slung over his shoulder and his "bomb suit" in his large backpack. After walking for awhile he rummaged through his pants pockets until he grabbed a large metal case and opened it up, the case contained eight Cuban cigars which he ordered before the mess all started and he took one of the cigars out before closing the case and placing it back in his pocket. He placed the cigar in his mouth as he made sure to look around for anyone nearby before grabbing a lighter from another pocket and lighting it up, "if I play my cards right I could make one of these cigars last at least a month" he chuckled to himself.

Grace winced at the sudden sound of music, it wasn’t loud, in fact it was quite far away but it cut through the silence so suddenly that it might as well have been a crack of lightning. She pushed herself back farther into the crevice she was hiding in, clutching her walking stick tightly to her. Someone was here, they could be good, they could be helpful or they could be awful, horrendous people. Her unseeing eyes bore into the ground as she stared, focusing on the sound of the crackling radio music.

It wasn’t a matter of IF she wanted to join a group or find a partner but she HAD to, if she wanted to survive she had to find someone to be her eyes. There was only so much she could do by herself and in such a wild, unforgiving place the only way she was able to scrape by was either leeching off of the pity of others or, more often, offering her services as a medic which turned out were few in number these days.

She’d been part of a six man group; they were strong and took care of her as long as she kept patching them up. Things got hard though and food became scarce, they needed to cut down on their numbers and decided that the blind girl was a good choice to let go. She was lucky if she really thought about it, they could have killed her or they could have taken her pack. They were generous though and let her keep all of her things, simply leaving her here to fend for herself. She could be upset about it; it WAS a rotten thing to do after all the time she’d spent stitching and mending them but this wasn’t the first time she’d been abandoned by a group and it wouldn’t be the last. As long as she could keep finding others to take her in then she’d be fine.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sweet smell of tobacco. It made her scrunch her nose as the wind carried the faint scent across the city. There were definitely people here. She had to take the chance; if it was bandits then hopefully they’d just kill her and loot her body. So, with a deep inhale she took a step out of her save hidey hole, into the open. Her walking stick swung back and forth in front of her, clacking into stone, metal, all sorts of shrapnel as she navigated the treacherous terrain. Her destination was towards were the music had been playing only moments ago. Perhaps the owner of the radio would have need of a medic and wouldn’t mind the fact she needed a bit more help than others.

There was movement. Two figures. One male one female. Sam readied her rifle to get a better look. The man looked to be well built. The woman seemed to be having walking difficulties. Or was blind. Now way she was blind. They could have been bandits and just setting up a trap. "Hey! If you want to keep your heads on your shoulders then stop where you are! I'm a great shot so if you reach for a gun it will be your last move! Now tell me, what are you doing here?" She had the gun switching between the two. her finger was on the trigger.

Grace nearly jumped out of her skin at the loud voice, in fact it startled her so much that she back peddled a few steps, stumbling on a couple of hunks of concrete before regaining her balance. Immediately she obeyed the voice’s command and lifted her hand, along with her stick, in the air. Ok, deep breath, stay calm and maybe she’ll let you live. It was a she, right? Yes, a feminine voice most certainly.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to intrude I was just…looking for some help. I’m a medic and I recently found myself without a group. I’ll offer you my services if you keep me safe and guide me around but if not then I’ll just go. I’m blind but it doesn’t affect my skills in the least, I promise. ”

Hopefully she’d let her just leave if she didn’t deem her worthy enough. Meeting new people was always nerve wracking, not only did you not truly know someone’s true intentions but toss in the extra addition that she couldn’t fucking see anything and it was practically a living nightmare. There could be men silently surrounding her right now for all she knew, ready to pounce and take advantage of her.

Her fist tightened against her stick as she kept her hands hovering in the air, doing her best to appear as innocent as possible and…was that tobacco smell getting closer?

Davian put his hands in the air, "what a guy can't wander around and have a smoke? Sheesh you bandits are always trouble." He replied almost as though he didn't care, he also heard another voice off in the distance, whoever it was must be in the same situation he is.

Sam stood there for a moment. "I'm no bandit." She took her rifle and looked around. "If you're not a bandit then get your ass moving. If you don't then you will actually have real bandits to deal with." She then looked to the girl. "Wait for whoever the man is. Hey smoker you go get that girl and bring her inside. Its safe here."

"Alright, the knight in shining armor is going to rescue the princess my liege." Davian joked as he made his way to go find the girl, he was sure he could find her easy since they are in the same area. In under a minute he located the woman, "hey princess, I'm here to get you to the castle." He joked again with his cigar still clenched in his mouth.

Grace raised an eyebrow in questioning as she was told to wait for some man, apparently the smoker.

"Uh, ok."

Slowly, she lowered her hands again, assuming she was deemed a friendly now and waited for her escort. It wasn't long at all until the smell of the cigar was overpowering and accompanied by a voice. Grace crinkled her nose up at the smell and immediately furrowed her brow at the stranger's comments.

"Princess? Now, I'll have you know just because I can't see and I need you to help me inside doesn't give you the right to call me princess. You..you....smoker, you."

Ha, ha, yea..got him good with that one! Well, even if her escort did stamp her with unwanted pet names at least she had some eyes for the moment.

"Well then if you don't mind, lead away."

She flung her stick out into the air to point in a general direction but quickly realized she could have easily beaned someone by doing that and hastily pulled her hand-made cane back down with an apologetic smile in the smoker's general direction.

"Wait your blind? Well you got a few options, I can carry you, you can hold on to me or I can act like a GPS and tell you what direction to head to" Davian began to scratch his chin, a blind woman that managed to survive this long, he was surprised alright.

"We don't have time. Get your ass inside now!" as soon as Sam says that there is a low rumbling. It was the sound of a plane.

The C-130 flies above dropping 3 boxes not far from where the group is. "GET THE FUCK INSIDE THE BANDITS WILL BE HERE ANY MOMENT!"

"Fuck me..." Davian attempts to pick up the woman in his arms by force. He didn't have to be rough but in a situation like this he does not care.

Toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth, comfortably seated in a run down, messy apartment Percival observes the rumbling, shaking the very toothpick from his chapped lips. He gracefully got up from his chair and moved to the window, dodging piles of rubbish on the floor. He saw the large plane fly overhead and the boxes falling from it. It wasn't too far away so he decided to interact with it.

Percival went over to his kitchen counter and grabbed his glock, swiftly placing it in the waistband of his sweatpants.

The fresh air smacked Percy in his face, energizing him with new found stamina. He could still see the flares in the distance, not too far maybe about a mile and a half away. After a short trek, over in the direction and atop a vantage point he could already see the bandits picking the boxes clean of any resources, at most 30 feet away now he sat and waited for them to disperse...

He could hear their boisterous cheers, bellowing through the air.
And then this bit.

"Yea, yea, yea lets just move this shit back to the safehouse, then we'll get our cut!" said a bandit, who seemed to be in a balaclava.

"I'm tired of this cut bullshit. Why don't we just..." The second bandit stopped mid sentence, he became mindful of the other bandits around that where not as friendly with him as Mr. Balaclava.

Percival snickered to himself; he knew what he was about to say. "Why don't we just take the resources for ourselves and bolt!", he sat waiting for a little over 25 minutes when Mr. Balaclava, the second bandit (Mr. Loudmouth) and
atleast four more where moving towards a street in Percival's vicinity.

They were heavily armed, and people knew not to get in their way, it would often end in "ultra violence" as Alex from "A Clockwork Orange" would say. Percival knew their routine though... Start off heavy, split the resources into different safe-houses to avoid raids, then do whatever. Percival has never seen it out that far.

He followed them for an hour or two, now down to the final 3 bandits Mr. Balaclava, Mr. Loudmouth, and the final one (who has been cracking jokes the entire journey, Percy named him Mr. Wisecrack) Mr. Wisecrack. They climbed in a half collapsed window, then dragged the box along with them, they however had some trouble. (It was only half a box however, they split them to again; reduce potential losses.)

Now, they are comfortable. Laughing off their success, and smoking very musty, and definitely expired menthol cigarettes. Percy moved right next to the window, sitting against the wall.

"God damn! Pass me some rations I'm hungry!" Mr. Loudmouth said arrogantly.

"Oh piss off lazy, speaking of piss, I'm gonna go take a leak." Mr. Balaclava quipped.

Mr. Wisecrack was sitting silent however, Percy assumed he was stuffing his face because he could not see inside.

He heard Balaclava's footsteps become more and more muffled...

Percy wasn't a religious man, in fact he was an atheist, before and after the catastrophe. But it makes him feel better to say a pray before committing such heinous acts.

Percy popped his head in the window and started dumping his glock bullets in the living room, Wisecrack had been sitting adjacent to the window and got the worst of it, Loudmouth was able to scurry away to the kitchen.

Wisecrack was now groaning in pain and shaking vigorously, no state to defend himself. Percy hopped in the room and darted to the flipped nightstand for cover, from a door behind the couch Wisecrack was sitting on, Balaclava darted back, pants half zipped and started firing into the living room. Balaclava however was firing blindly, Percy popped up and emptied his remaining rounds into Balaclava when he was interrupted by Loudmouth who blind sided him, his gun flew ajar. Loudmouth picked Percy up by his collar and stabbed him in the belly, Percy reached for a nearby weapon, he frantically grabbed a lamp and bashed the end of it over Loudmouth's head, making him stumble backwards.

Stunned by the attack, he darted to Percy's gun, and Balaclava's. At this point Percy had darted to the kitchen. Back pushed up against the door he took out his butterfly knife and waited. Loudmouth busted in the kitchen firing the SMG, Percy quickly stabbed him in the face, ripping the cheek, on a backstroke he completely separated the upper and bottom cheek. Angry and fueled by adrenaline, Loudmouth grabbed Percy by the neck and threw him onto the stove, Percy slid across it banging pots and scattered utensils along the way.

Loudmouth ran up to Percy, stuck Percy's gun in his mouth and stared him in the eyes
Percy grinned

"Fuck you." Loudmouth said, as he pulled the trigger

*Click*

Percy got off his knees and forcefully tackled Loudmouth. He was starting to feel the pain now, (Loudmouth) and was greatly weakened.

Percy then sunk his knife into Loudmouth's trachea.

He got off Loudmouth, took his gun back and reloaded it with a fresh clip. He went into the living room and finished Wisecrack off, the same to Balaclava. He went back into the kitchen to double check on Loudmouth, who was still alive but chocking on his own blood. Percy pulled him off the ground, and set him against the stove. He put the gun against Loudmouth's head.

"Fuck you." Percy said, ad he pulled the trigger.

*Bang*

He went back into the living room, picked up the nightstand and sat on it, as the couch was too drenched in blood. He pulled a joint out of his pocket and lit it up.

His endorphin rush subsided and he now felt a severe pain on his upper arm, and stomach, he took Wisecrack's shirt off and used it to compress his wounds.

"Fuck I'm in bad shape..." His thoughts quickly scattered around, coming to the conclusion he needed to find a medic, perhaps he could trade his supplies for treatment?

There was gun shots in the distance. "HURRY UP! THE FUCKERS ARE ALREADY COMING!" Sam raised her rifle to see some commotion. It was a blurred image. Thats all she could make out.

Davian carried the woman in his arms and began to run across the streets to make it to the building, luckily he was strong enough to carry her without to much trouble.

Taking a final drag of his joint, Percy flicked the roach onto the moldy carpet.

He surveyed the rest of the house which didn't have much to offer. He however found an old gym bag which he used to stored some of the supplies in. He put the rest of the supplies into his pockets and a makeshift sack from curtains.

Starting towards the window he entered he took a look back at the scene, and exited the premise.

He looked over his wounds a final time, the stab wound was not as bad as he thought. A screwdriver wound, blunt, but sharp enough to go a far bit into his flesh. The wound was a little thicker and wider than a pencil, but went into his body a few good inches; he suppressed the bleeding with a kitchen rag.

The bullet wound on the other hand was more severe. It went into his upper bicep, and still resided there. He tied a piece of ripped T-shirt around it, which he found in the gym bag. (Wisecrack's shirt became too soaked in blood)

He started off into the street. Now with a clear mind he remembered something that he heard before the supplies dropped. "HURRY UP! THE FUCKERS ARE ALREADY COMING!"

He thought to himself "Yes. I remember now! A loud bunch they where." he let off an audible snicker. "Considerate too, surely not savages? Let's see."

He snapped out of his thoughts, and with a gentle smirk on his face, he started moving towards the general location of where he saw the group, reeking of smoke.

What did he care if they where savages or not? He probably only had two more months to live anyway.

He hated this existence but honestly he still found some things to enjoy, the small things, where what made him happy.

Davian entered the building that he had been "ordered" to bring the woman to and began to quickly run up the stairs, although they seemed to be in bad shape with holes in them they surprisingly did not break under the combined weight of him and the woman. After running up eight flights of stairs breathing heavy. He finally stopped carrying the woman and let her free from his arms grasp, "alright lady...we should be ok on this floor...but I wonder where that unknown person is?" He managed to say it all before he fell backwards with his cigar still in his mouth.

Sam looks out her door to see the smoker on the ground. She opens the door and drags him in. Grabbing his cigar and putting it out then putting him on the mattress on the floor. Sam turns back to the window to see another man walking their way. "Hey! Get inside! They should be here......" The sound of a jeep was roaring in the back ground not far from where they were. It was followed by the sounds of gun shots.

"Hey! Get inside! They should be here......" the engine sound shot adreneline through Percy, he gritted his teeth and stumbled into an ally. Frantically he looked around but with no time to spare he jumped in a dumpster, repositioned himself with his gun at the ready.

"I swear.."

Davian stayed on the ground to catch his breath, sure he may be fit but running up eight flights of stairs while carrying a LMG and a juggernaught suit at the same time can tire the best of men. As much as he would like to joke he could get their position revealed and little miss with a rifle might be more terryfing than a group of bandits.

Sam crouched next to the window. Her weapon was at her side in her hand. The engine got louder. A pair of Jeeps with guns and a single one without. They came to a stop.

(front)

(middle)

(back)

Men stepped out of the vehicles. Most were unarmed or they left their weapons in the Jeeps. They walked around and stretched, searched, smoked, or talked. It was around 14 people total. The gunners stayed where they were. It was calm until movement caught the eye of the gunner in the back Jeep. He turned to the rooms right next to the one with Sam and the others in it. He opened fire. There was a scream of a girl. The group started to move into the apartment building.

The agent snuck into New York during the quiet night... his Government black uniform shields him in the shadows of night. It was now day and he heard the gunshots ring throughout the city.

'NightWalker' called in to the superiors and reported it, "This is Agent Nightwalker, I am reporting gunshots in (Downtown?) area of New York..."

"Then report to that area. Find survivors and assist them against any dangerous threats such as bandits or any possible carriers of the disease. It seems the disease has 'evolved' (if thats cool?)." The 'FIRST' High Command told him.

NightWalker speaks as he begins to move, "NightWalker Confirms". He begins to run on the roofs of the wreckages and then jumps down back onto the street and tries to get to the area as fast as he can. The agent gets closer to the ringing of the gunfire as he sees a convoy in sight. He slides on the ground and takes cover by crouching behind a concrete barrier/barricade placed by the Military when they were deployed in the city at the time of the outbreak. The man peeks up, he starts counting the heads of the bandits and goes back down behind cover; He checks the gun and makes sure it is on 'Single Shot' for now... but he will switch to full automatic when he has to.

"Lets help some poor chaps shall we....?", He chuckles behind his balaclava and tactical goggles. He peeks up and aims, shoots a bandit in the back of his head. Then goes back down behind cover to prepare to move to another piece of cover.

Percival was now in a lucid state, the pain had taken it's toll on him.

Although he knew it was best to keep his head down...
That scream...
Their attention had been diverted anyway due to the incoming gun fire.

He jumped out of the garbage and sat behind it, for better cover. He peered over the side of it and took aim...

Bang

The first bandit went down behind a jeep. A gunner just caught the flash out of the corner of his eye. He turned and shot. the bullets were hitting 2 feet away from the agent. Another guy who seen where he was sitting went to take cover next to the jeep. The bandit aimed at the area squeezed the trigger and fell. Blood came out of his head. He was shot from the alleyway. [b]"IT'S AN AMBUSH!!". Sam seen what was going on. She readied her rifle and shot a bandit. She pulled the bolt. A shell casing came out. She pushed the bolt back. A bullet loaded in.

The Agent peeked up after he seen the gunner that was shooting at him stop... all of a sudden. He seen him dead with blood seeping out of his head. He jumped over the cover and aimed at the other gunner, firing single shot rounds then gets behind a wrecked and burned bus. NightWalker loads another magazine in and waits a bit before peeking out, to make sure the gunner is either dead or his attention is focused on the people in the building. He seen the other person get out of a dumpster and took out the first gunner.

"Time to finish these rodents off....", he says to himself as he gets on the left side of the bus and sees a hole in the side. He climbs up, he gets inside the bus and sets up his position. He fires again to try and take out the gunner. He noticed all the others ran inside like rats aka rodents.

Nightwalker knows he will have to help inside or at least offer help and loosen the pressure from the constant gunfire and annoying voices of the bandit screaming and yelling. He chuckled as he thought of that while firing and taking cover. The man says, "This is going to draw a whole lot of attention... and probably not good attention. Once you kill a few rats... if one escapes or others hear the sound; more and more will come to its area of focus. Here...."

He goes out the hole on side of bus and runs to another piece of cover.