Cassandra eyes him a moment and watches as he puts the gun away she neither reaches for her bow nor her pistol, but moves forward a few steps closer to him. She still was wary of him even though she knew he didn't see her as much of a threat. Continuing to eye him she pauses before getting too close. A slight breeze picked up and ruffled the sleeves of her kimono and blew her hair into her light chocolate brown eyes, which she swept over him to take in his features once more. Her eyes lingered, but then quickly moved away she didn't want him to get weirded out from her staring at him. Aura gives him a slight smile or what she would consider a smile to put him at ease with her. "I can understand the not trusting issue we all have to be careful around here..." She mutters in her soft clear voice. Aura wasn't used to talking much one more to act more so than talk, but she could hold a conversation if necessary. Aura then gives him a slight grin, she was going to retort with a witty sentence but it was cut short as her blood started to burn slightly, there was infected near the area she knew at that moment. Scanning the park with her soft chocolate brown eyes her face remained impassive for a moment, she then turns her attention back to the man. "I'm Cassandra...Cassandra Aura Cross..." She tells him. "Might I inquire as to your name sir?" she asks him curiously. She hadn't meant to startle him, but she was sure she had, Aura was very good at startling others at times.

He couldn't help but stare at her a moment before looking around the park. She was beautiful, that was for certain, but there was no time for him to be stupefied by it. Besides, the feeling of something off had still yet to change. "Brandon Lewis McLennan," he replied with a small, no teeth smile.
The wind gusted through the park again and he had to push back against it a little to keep from stumbling forward. The hair on the back of his neck stood up in warning. There was something really off, he just knew it. He glanced around the park again, straining his eyes to find something abnormal. "Something tells me we are in the wrong place at the wrong time here.," he mummbled so that it would only carry far enough for her to hear him and not to anyone else who might be hanging around.

Cain was wondering what to do, he had no specific lead towards any nasty infected. He was wondering where he should head to now. He then decided to go towards the park, he had remembered seeing infected there before. Better to head down there than to just wait here.
As he almost reached the park, he saw a girl in a weird robe and a man in black clothing along with a tie. He hid somewhere nearby, not going to risk his life by attracting attention, but he still wanted to know what was going on.

What the hell was this kid Wesley thought as he spotted a kid with red tattoos and weird alien like tribal clothing. He was up on the 20th floor of the building watching the boy move take cover which triggered him to start looking for others but the red tattoo'd kid looked to be friendly but you could never know he would have to wait. He started to wonder if and how he would convince people to start freelancing with him. Wes started to count his supplies 4 Molotov's 3 clips 9 shots each his crowbars( of course) enough food to last him for at most 2 more days and various herbs and powders in his messenger bag that he thought would need for here.

Wesley checked the binoculars again and spotted 2 others how they were talking and how they stood screamed that they were obviously not infected.

Kilik stopped in his tracks. The hell? From here, he felt more people around than he had before. Cursing silently to himself, he stood still, his ears straining to hear any sudden sounds. From where he stood at, Central Park was just around the corner, seventy yards away. He didn't dare make a move, but his body flowed and moved gently with the wind. He knew, from past experiences, that Supporters are a force to be reckoned with. Even though the Infected are like killing machines, the Supporters have no problem shooting one down to a bloody, meaty pulp. He didn't dare try to risk himself like the others did.
Five mintues had passed, and all he could hear were the faint, and barely audible words spoken by the two people at the Park. But he knew that there were at least two or more Supporters around.

Cassandra nods then places her hands together her long sleeves covering them, and bows slightly toward him then stands strait again letting her hands fall to her side. "Pleasure to meet you." She looks around her blood was burning slightly, but she saw no signs of infected as of yet. "You may be right..." her voice was soft as she spoke, however it was always like that. She looks around trying to catch any glimmer of movement. She thought she had saw movement near where Cain was hiding, but she couldn't be sure he was infected unless he came a little closer. The closer a person was the more she could tell if they were infected or not. Sighing softly she continues to scan the park a little agitated she couldn't pinpoint exactly where the infected might be that she had sensed earlier.

alice could hear people talking she was wondering why they were out here 'they just are asking for trouble arent they well mabye i should set them straight on why their are no non infected roaming the place.' she got up and streched. 'time for some fun.' she giggled and ran her hands through her hair making it look less of a mess and not so much in her face 'how should i do this should i start by making them think im one of them and then turn on them or should i just run up and rip them apart damn they both sound so apealing but i think i want to know them alittle better before i rip their bodys mabye crush their sprit that will give me two pleasures for the price of one.' she began to walk to the voices knowing people couldnt tell if she was infected or not "hey is anyone their." she began to cry faking tears was easy anymore "im lost."

Wes chuckeld watching 2 infected arrive seemed to be these 2 supporters are the main attraction of central park the furthest newcomer looked to be an infected by the way it was watching with the ore springy and less fluent movements it also looked as if it was on the younger side of the spectrum. The other he knew would be a fight of survival if he came up against it. After years of training he could tell just by watching an infected for 30 seconds what it was capable of he knew this was an advanced one it had reasoning and by the way it was searching in the hidden supporters (including his) general directions it had hightend senses.

Wesley slid back on the wall below the window sipped on a flat can of pepsi he found which now was a luxury these days and waited for the blood bath to flow. If any of the supporters survived this unharmed he'd confront them about joining freelancing. Wes knew running in to the park now would be unwise he was here to look for warriors not injuries or hostiles.

Zatchin woke hazily from an unexpected slumber. Suddenly, she was to her feet, cussing softly under her breath for the nap, she hadn't meant to. Flops was staring steadily at her, not saying a word, but his eyes spoke. She was upset with him for letting her sleep, she shouldn't have.

It was twilight-ish, she couldn't tell if that meant morning, or nightfall. And of course, she didn't bother really to ask flops. She whipped down her pants, which were covered with dust. After adjusting herself for a short moment, she smiled at Flops and continued walking. The streets were empty, and eerily quiet. She didn't like that... When that happened, she say many a thing she didn't wish to see.

Her head was throbbing now, it did that every so often lately. It was like her heart reached up and beat mercilessly within her skull. It made her feel light headed, and kind of scared. That nap was bad, who knew what could have caught onto her scent, and with her mind acting all funny, could she defend herself if someone/something did?..

"Now another person? What the hell?" Cain said to himself. He was confused with what was happening here. More and more people were coming, the two original people he knew were human but the third one.... He had no time to figure it out. He looked around his surroundings and he saw someone staring out the building. "Another one! This may be more than I bargained for". He got his gun and grenade ready to attack.

Wes went numb the one thing he didn't want just happen he was spotted by an infected what ever the hell was going on in central park he just got dragged into. Something surprised hi though the infected look confused it took out the gun but was staying in s defensive stance very few times in his ten years of fighting infected had he seen this and every time they were cornered. Were his instincts on spotting them off.

It didn't matter Wes pulled out his pistol and returned aim at the stranger. He pulled out his flashlight and clicked it on and off saying friend or foe in morse code hoping to god he or it would put the gun down. If it was an infected and it did put its gun down this day would be one hell of a break through for him.

"Morse code? From an infected? It can't be.... Maybe he isn't an infected." He said to himself. He put his weapons back and tried to signal that he was not an infected. He doesn't know if he understands him..

alice was crying on the outside but on the inside she was laughing like crazy she was going to try and earn their trust before she was running towards them she was going to tell them she was being chaised and that she hoped she got away. she made her way to them "help me please im being chaised." she was shaking and baiscly making a fool of herself and knew that if she was found out that she was going to kill them in a few minutes.

There. Lights. Up on an abandoned building. It's morse code, Kilik thought. "Friend of foe?". Kilik smiled. Found one. Suddenly, there were other flashes of light, this time, coming from the Park. Another set of morse code. It's saying that the person is a friend. Two Supporters so far.

Suddenly, he heard a little girl wailing at the Park. He knew the sound came from someone who was one of his kind. Kilik knew she was playing bait. That means that the two people talking at the Park were also Supporters.

Four Supporters, two Infected, and one unknown person was here at Central Park.

With this information, Kilik sinked into the darkness of the abandoned building, drawing out his dual revolvers.

Wesley could breathe
The message was sloppy but it came through loud and clear he wasn't an infected he smiled and replied with a quick same. The second after the white haired infected wailed running at the supporters as if she needed help hopefully they could see through her ruse.

Wes looked down to see that the closer one that was almost right under his window disappeared his heart started to race he gathered his things and started running to th first floor just to maker sure he didn't get cornered. "Looks like its showtime every one." Wes breathed as he dove behind a counter of the lobby on the first floor.

Cain was relieved that the other supporter had answered back in a positive way. He took a breath of relief.

As Cain payed more attention to the girl, it was becoming more and more obvious that she was an infected. He took out his pistol and two of his grenades. He was inching closer with the pistol pointing at the infected. A clean shot into the head.

(NVM)

With inhuman speed, Kilik pointed his revolver at Wesley as he jumped over the counter, and fired. Bam!

The wall where Wesley's head should have been exploded, bringing up the dust. "Damn, too slow." Kilik smirked. He walked over towards the counter.

Zatchin's head shot to the left. Something had caught her vision... No, it couldn't be. Morse Code? Actual humans? Or Infected..? She didn't care. She shot a happy glance at Flops, who returned it with his creepy gothic demeanor. She shrugged her few belingings behind a dumpster, remembering to memorize where it was, before darting off at her top running speed twards the lights.

She had only remembered to carry her gun, and a flashlight with her. Fumbling for a moment, she found the button and turned it off, her path illuminating before her as her breath became fast and rough. She hadn't run for a while, and she was using all of her speed now. In and out of ruins, and over obstacles, she made her way closer and closer. Only about three blocks from it now.

"well damn your smarter then i thought." she whiped her tears away from her face "well might as well kill you quickly." with her speed she moved from infront of him to behind cain. with her nails her tried to stab him in the back "your mine now but i might let you live if i decide to give you the blessing of being infected."

"Yeah right!" Cain activated his 4 second shield and jumped back. He took out 2 of his grenades and threw them at the infected. He then took out his pistol and shot a couple of times. He then took out his katana to protect himself from her.

After 10 years of fighting Wesley was almost exactly as fast and strong as the infected. All he saw was an arm pointing at him before the shot rang out he knew shit was going down. He heard footsteps he heard the footsteps walking to the counter he hid behind. he pulled out his gun and let out some suppressing fire. At the same time he reached into his pocket clasping some powder of his own dirty concoction.

Wes heard an explosion outside. "looks like my new friend found a fight of his own too" he thought.

"what cant take me on with your own two hands how pathetic." alice began to laugh until she started too remember something "well damn i guess i got to go i left something important back home." she started back to her home "mabye i will let you get lucky with infection next time cutie."

Kilik smiled. "My, my." Kilik let out three random shots aimed at the counter. "Come out and play, would you?" He kicked a broken wooden board behind the counter as a distractions while he actually jumped up, and grabbed onto the ceiling. Seeing the Supporter, he rained down bullets, his Infected speed working as he reload and unload bullets.

When she left, he had heard gunshots in the building, he sprinted just outside of the building and took 2 more grenades and threw them. He only had 2 grenades left and no shield, this was a risky move.

Wes heard the shots and in a swift movement kicked the wall infront of him sliding him under the counter while he threw the powder into the air of the direction of the steel rain but his left arm got grazed by a bullet.

It was willows cough it stayed in the air and if breathed in would induce coughing and vomiting in both supporter and infected. "I play dirty smart ass!" he screamed at the infected above him. he dove another hand into one of his six pockets covering it in a green powder like substance. the skin where the holes in the gloves that came in contact with the powder started to burn.