"Shit." Kilik gagged as Wes threw the concoction in the air. Luckily, he only got a little whiff of it. His stomach started to churn, though, as bile started to rise up of his esophagus. Dropping to the ground, Kilik dove into a hallway, next to the hole where Wesley made and jumped into. There, he took a deep breathe before spitting out vomit and bile. "Tch..." With his sleeve, he wiped his mouth clean, and waited a few second so that he can clear his head.

With that, the Infected rushed into the polluted air, holding his breath, and dove into the whole, chasing after Wesley. As he dove in, though, he caught sigh of a pair outside of the building. Drawing out his revolver, he shot at the legs (Cain's), his other revolver pointing into the hole, searching for that damned Supporter who made him vomit.

Wes has used this tactic countless ties throw the dust in the air piss em off to the point where they want to choke him with their own hands than he'd disable their senses one by one. Polluted glove met thick course flesh Wes squeezed down like a vice letting the second powder he dubbed mute men's scream onto kilik's face. It caused intense itching and burning and if gotten into the eyes be blinding. with the powdered hand burning and wrapped around Kilik's cheeks and nose he used the other to grab kilik's wrist keeping it from pointing at wes' chest.

Kilik's face felt like it was on fire - a burning and itching sensation started to spread all over his face. Fortunately, he saw Wesley's hand in time to close his eyes. His face burned intensley, however, and Kilik's mind roared in fury and pain. Feeling Wesley holding onto his other wrist, he started running, ramming Wesley against the wall. The wall cracked and exploded, debris flying everywhere as Kilik charged Wesley into the next room. Using his inhuman strength, Kilik lifted his torso and arm up, carrying Wes with him. And with a sudden, powerful motion, he slammed the Supporter into the ground, forcing him to let go of his Kilik's face.

Kilik backed away, rubbing his face clean from the powder. He looked back at Wes, his eyes red and bleeding from the powder. But it glowed fiercly, the anger and adrenaline surging through the Infected's body. He watched the Supporter, his Revolvers tight in his grip.

"Now were at the same level how does it feel to have to be out smarted by something less powerful makes you feel human again doesn't it!" wes yelled "You drew a short stick buddy!" After those blows Wes was feeling the pain in his leg. He realized the infected could still see with a swift movement he aimed the gun at the infected's head only to be met with the same fate. "looks like were both up shit creek whats your nae buddy?" He started to study everything he could about the infected on the spot it sees the only weakness it had was the one Wes opened up Rage. He tried recalling how many shots the infected fired it was from 5-6 hopefully it was low.

((Please slow down a bit, guys. A few people need to catch up))

Brandon opened his mouth to respond but snapped it shut at the sound of cries a ways off and calls for help. No one that wasn't infected was that stupid, right? That was just like calling out 'Hey, infected! Come kill me please!' Then, moments later a large boom followed by many gun shots sounded not far away. With only a slight moment of indecision he grabbed Cassandra by the wrist and pulled her behind the nearest tree, not sure which direction the gunfire was coming from.

"What the hell is going on?" he hissed between clenched teeth trying to catch sight of the fight. A few more shots rang out and that's when he saw it. A female infected by the looks of it and a man fighting. "I hope that bow is as useful as it looks. We've got some infected ass to kick."

He drew out his pistol and charged from behind the tree, cursing himself for leaving his shotgun back at his safe house. Before he even got half way though the woman turned and fled. When the man turned to run towards the building he expected the worst- more infected- so he didn't pause in his steps.

Kilik spat on the ground, smirking. "You'll know my name when you're on the brink of death. I'll make sure of it." Kilik shot a warning bullet near Wes's leg. "And as how I feel - completely humiliated, if you ask me. But don't worry. I'll take my pride back soon enough. We both know that when it comes to endurance, I'm the better man."

Kilik dropped his smile. "But unfortunately, I did not come here to kill today. I'm here to pick up a package that I was supposed to get awhile ago. Now, if you'll excuse me." Kilik swiftly replaced both his Revolvers in their holsters - and pulled something out. A high-tech grenade that scans an objects frequency, which it then produces itself, matching the original. This will cause the scanned object to crack, break, and explode. Though it does not work for humans, it still gives off an ear splitting screech that leaves a major headache.

Kilik held out the grenade, and red beams shot out from a hole, scanning a nearby wall. When it was done, Kilik tossed the grenade and disappeared suddenly, as it went off, causing the whole building to shake. Suddenly, his voice appeared behind Wes. "Catch you later, buddy."

The building started to crumble, and it shook violently, on the verge of collapse. Kilik knew Wes would escape. And he hope for it, so he can kill the Supporter personally. With speed, Kilik escaped the building, heading for his bike.

[Okey-doke. Guess I'll stop there for the night, so people can catch up. If I need to change anything in this post, please notify me. :1 G'night, all!!]

"Man this ones clever!" the building was falling apart quicker than he could run he had no time to hesitate not knowing what ever outside would be better than this Wes dove out the window scampering for near by cover. He leaped behind a bus stop just in time as the huge cloud of dust flew past him like a sandstorm. Wesley laughed to himself. The blasted thing was a currier wouldn't it be something if he got an infected to freelance with him! Owell most likely This infected wanted him as deader than a doorknob. To unite or Kill he hoped to find htis infected again Wesley hadn't been this adrenalized or soar in a long while.

He wondered if the tribal kid survived

Cassandra had been eying the girl with so many infected in one area her blood was burning something fierce almost to the point of where she couldn't stand it. He seemed smart and anyone could tell the girl was infected even if their blood wasn't on fire like Cassandra's was. She watches as the building nearby start to crumble she had her bow in her hands before he had said anything about it and an arrow notched and ready. "Hm...as I suspected we had more company than I would have liked at one time. It seems however as most of them have split by now..." Her blood had started to calm a bit and she didn't feel like she was going to catch ablaze from the burning sensation. She grins at his comment and looks about. "It seems as if my bow won't be of much use as they all seem to be scattering. Perhaps we should go help those that have been fighting though..." She suggests and frowns. She had wanted to at least wound the infected that had decided to show themselves, but perhaps another time.

He caught up with Cain just in time to pull him back by his shirt before a large piece of ruble from the collapsing building smashed him. He kept pulling, even after the other was safe and eyed the building as it continued to fall. He glanced at Cain from the corner of his eye, having already released the other man. "I seriously hope I was correct in assuming that you're not infected. Was there anyone else around?"

He glanced around a moment before spotting Cassandra and ushering her over so that she could get information as he did. It was strange to have someone else around. It had been over six months since he'd found someone who wasn't infected. Six months of no one to talk to but himself... He'd never admit to talking to himself, though.

Sabrina stopped running and listened to the commotion off in the distance. She decided to ignore it for now and continued on, walking.

Sabrina liked to look at the devastation for some reason, it was inspirational to her. She thrived on the inspiration for her sketches. She had been lucky enough to salvage a small pad of paper and a few pens from a shop when she entered the city and had already drawn several pictures in it.

Sabrina finally decided to find out what was going on in the distance. She took a drink from the water canteen in her bag and then ran towards the commotion. She figured she would find a spot a safe distance from the fighting to get some good sketches.

Just as Sabrina rounded the corner the building next to her began to collapse. She dodged the falling pieces of concrete and ran into the trees for protection. So much for sketching... She sighed and looked around at the other conflicts going on.

Arian watched the fight from afar, still crouched behind his tree. What a racket these people are making! The noise was irritating. While he was on the side of the Infected, it didn't mean he had to like them.

He watched the people running towards the racket, then scattering. What the hell? No one even died yet! Though he supposed the collapsing building might cause some injuries...

The point was, now what? Since everyone'd gone off running towards the building, the park was now free. Arian supposed that the night view was just as good as a day one, but also a bit lacking without the light...well, there goes his mood for some peaceful (and quiet) time.

He walked towards the area where the sound of cement were still falling, and the dust starting to float up and clouding his vision...he could sense three living things nearby though, and they weren't infected. Probably a few of those people who had been running towards the building.

"Hey guys, what's going on? What's with all the noise you're making?" He called out, thinking that if they were Supporters, he could gather some information and then run if they started attacking (because he still had no idea how they managed to tell he was an Infected, and he was pretty sure his speed is unmatched among humans), or if they were Opposers, he could still gather some information, and maybe even ask how the humans are telling them apart.

Sabrina looked over from her perch in the tree and heard young man call out to those around the rubble. She wasn't sure if she should say anything, for she had only just arrived and didn't know what was going on either. So she quickly pulled out her pen and paper and sketched the young man and the area around him. She planned to finish the picture later when everything settled down.

Sabrina continued to observe the young man. But she wasn't paying attention to her stance anymore and tumbled out of the tree, landing on her back. She got up and leaned forward, her legs stretched out in front of her and her hand on her back. "Ow...why me?" She stood up shakily and picked her pistol up off the ground ready to stand her ground.

"You are right, I'm not infected." Cain still in slight pain after the infected shot skimmed his leg. He took out some band aides and started to put them on. "There was someone in there, supposedly a supporter but I really don't know if he escaped or not. I'm confused about a lot of things right now like.... What are your names? And why were so many people in one area..."

These thoughts were buzzing in his head as well as the fact that he wasn't strong enough, he needs to get better! He almost got killed by both of them. He doesn't know what to do...

Then he sees a man coming towards them, boy might be a more accurate description asking what's going on. He was weary of this newcomer and didn't say anything.

Wes over heard the conversation he was now about half a block from the building. He looked over his shoulder and thought man we brought the house down. He chuckled at his own cheesy pun. Wes got up and started to walk to the next abandoned building but realized he was limping. All the adrenalin that was pumping through his veins was now running on low and now he was feeling the pain of the bullet graze.

Once he got to the building he covered his cut in a whitish yellow powder it burned like the green powder but it disinfected and actually made the wound heal faster after he wrapped up his leg. He could hear voices but they were too far and he didn't have enough strength to fight again for the day.

alice was walking to her home she forgot that she left somethings in the lab turned on "this might not be good." she found her way home just in time to see it up in flames she began to laugh but it wasnt a real laugh it sounded more like crying "well this is just great i leave my home once in a month and i come back to find it gone great all my reserch and clothes gone."

Sabrina put her pistol away, seeing that the fighting was over. As the dust settled on the ground she could see a few supporters amongst the rubble but none of them seemed to be too badly injured. She noticed a man about a half block from the building that had collapsed who was limping. She wasn't sure whether running to help him was such a good idea for most of the supporters would probably be on edge.

Sabrina followed the man to another abandoned where she watched him mend his injuries. She approached him with caution. "I hope I'm not imposing..." She adjusted her glasses and took her bag off her shoulder. She stood a couple yards away from the man to give him his space.

Tyler heard the sounds that had become quite common recently, she hated that everyone’s solution to the infected was to kill them. She started to make her way towards the noise and destruction. Sighing ‘really they do just as much damage as the infected do’ she thought, every time the people and the infected fought something got destroyed. As she got to the end of the street she looked to check that it was still deserted, it almost always was but she couldn’t take any chances now especially since she wasn’t into killing the infected all she did was try to slow them down enough and stay out of their way. Tyler jogged across the road even though she knew there weren’t any cars and it wasn’t likely that there would be any soon since most people had given up on their cars. She kept jogging down the other side of the road towards where the fighting was. She didn’t want to be involved in the fighting but she didn’t really want the fighting at all, though she felt like she was the only one in the world that felt that way.

It was only when she got close that she saw the complete effect of what they had been doing. Tyler sighed as she got near the ruined building and all of the people around, she wasn’t sure she wanted to get too close to them just yet. She stayed at the end of the road not too far away from them leaning against the wall of a building, she crossed her arms over her chest and ignored the discomfort of her gun digging in her bag, watching the people at the park. She wasn’t sure whether any of them were infected or not, she had never gotten any good at that she didn’t know until they tried to attack her so she didn’t let her guard down with anyone and always kept her gun close.

Kilik hid in the debirs of the collapsed, building. He waited until it was safe to go. "Tch." He cursed to himself, trying to wipe his face clean from the powder Wes used on him. "That cheap..." Kilik sighed, and continued walking.

Then he saw a young lady at the end of the street. Swiftly, he drew out his gun, and pointed at her.

Wes looked up at the new comer she had to be in her late teens and by the way she approached him he had a feeling she ment no harm."Nahh, just patching my self back up god ide kill for that infected regen ability." Wes smiled at her "Besides Theres no intruding in this world hun people always show willing to kill, help, or to just get in the way. So what do you go by lass?"

Seeing the man pointing his gun at her Tyler returned the gesture pushing herself off the wall and pulling her own gun out of the back of her jeans, she pointed it at him. She couldn’t tell whether he was infected or not but she wasn’t about to find out the hard way. She always pointed the gun at their heads but she would never shoot them there, she just hoped if they thought she would they might just leave. That rarely happened but she had improved her running speed greatly since she was left alone, she used similar tactics to what she was taught in self defence she tried to incapacitate them long enough for her to get away. She knew it wasn’t really worth it “So, which are you? Shoot first ask later or infected?” she asked despite the fact she was almost certain he wouldn’t tell her the truth. She quickly looked from him to where the other people were and back ‘be careful Ty, you know what its like now’ she thought ‘just remember what happens’ she took a deep breath and kept her gun on the man.

Kilik smiled, then lowered his gun. He spat on the ground.

"So, you aimed at my head, but your eyes aren't focused there, the main target to kill and Infected," Kilik said, taking a step towards her, "Which means that you're either too scared to focus on this situation...or..." Another step. Then another. "...Or it means that you didn't intend me to shoot me in the head in the first place. Maybe aim at another part of my body at the last minute if I attacked." He was just a few feet away from the girl now. "Which means that you might be a new, weak Supporter, still learning the basic of killing an Infected. Or that you're way too nice, not delivering the killing blow the first second you meet an Infected." A few feet decreased into a few steps. Kilik kept on walking towards her. "But both choices are unlikely. If you were a newbie, you would be in a group with other, more experienced Supporters. And there is no such thing as a 'nice' Supporter." Kilik stood in front of the girl now, her gun right at his face. "So you're an Opposer. Am I right?" He smiled, chuckled, then lowered her arm. He walked behind her, resting his chin gently on her shoulder, and whispered...

"Yes, I'm an Infected. What are you going to do...?" He chuckled softly, his breathe pressing against her neck and ear.

Brandon sighed and rubbed his brow in frustration. This battle with the infected was having far too much damage on the city but it was kill or be killed now.

"I'm Brandon and this is Cassandra," he replied, motioning towards her. "Your guess is honestly as good as mine on all the people. I haven't seen this many people in one area for several years, infected or not." That unnerved him greatly.

When the newcomer approached he instantly stiffened. He had to either be infected or someone against killing them. Either way he was a problem that needed to be shooed off or removed. He lifted his gun to point it between the mans eyes. "Are you infected or a fool? What would cause this much commotion other than trying to take down an infected?"

Tyler hesitated when he started walking towards her, her first instinct was to step back away from him but she managed to stand her ground. She tried to keep her breathing normal and steady, she wasn’t sure if she was succeeding or not. Trying not to react to what he was saying to her Tyler kept her gun on him, she had had an infected try to make her relax before attacking her before. Her breathing became slightly more erratic when the man got in front of her, her arm lowered without much resistance. Tyler turned as he whispered in her ear “is there something wrong with me thinking there is another way? Fighting doesn’t solve everything, no matter what you boys tend to think” she said watching him closely, her grip tightened on her gun by her side “what are you going to do now? Just walk away from me or take advantage of the fact I don’t want to kill you?” she resisted her urge to lean against the wall again tilting her head slightly “Wouldn’t be the first time” or the second, she had lost count of the amount of times an infected person had realised she didn’t want to kill them and attacked her.

Kilik chuckled, lifting his chin off her shoulder. He began to walk behind a building that was close to them. For a minute or so, Kilik tended to his Suzuki GSX1300r, wiping the dust off it's black coat, and finally, he got on it. He set the keys in the ignition, but didn't start the engine. He looked back at Tyler.

"Na. I also believe in your views. Humans are so...insecure these days. So corrupted. So violent. Everything is resorted by killing to them. If they get angry, they kill. They get scared, they kill. They feel threaten, they kill."

Kilik rested on his bike, leaning forward, resting his chin on his folded arms. "If I could, I would give up killing for good. I would learn how to surpress my urges to kill and to feast on blood. Sadly, I can't. The humans were the first to throw the stone. Hell, they were the ones who made the Infected." He chuckled.

"When someone is more powerful than them, humans will always react violently. And so it goes, the cycle of blood, of war. It can't be stopped."

Cain took his leave of the area, he had enough for today. Once he reached home, he was furious. He could have been killed out there! He needed to get stronger, but how? They outmatched him in every way...

He threw his katana onto the floor in frustration when he noticed it having a very faint green aura, he picked it up. He felt FASTER, STRONGER! The infected blood must have merged with the material, making it have powers. When he dropped it back down, he noticed the powers went away which confirmed his thoughts. He bolted back to the park, with the katana in his hand.