Four people, drawn together by death and a fire.
One army base, filled to the brim with zombies.
Let the games begin.

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Cameron panted hard as she ran, the sound of groans all around her. She could see the fire, right ahead of her.... Someone had to have set it off, as a signal, right? A blaze that big couldn't be just an accident, right? She prayed to god she was right, and that this wasn't just another trick- she wasn't sure how much longer she could last, by herself. She had done alright so far, but men much bigger and older then her had died so fast- what was to say she wouldn't die, too?
She desperately shook the thoughts from her head, reaching where the blaze was. There was a man there, and as he swung around and pointed his gun up she yelled for him not to shoot.

Andy lowered the gun when he saw that the girl wasn't infected, and waved for her to come over. Damn, she's just a kid, he thought, looking at her. Dark, matted brown hair fell into his eyes- he pushed it back with one hand, feeling the trail of ashe left on his forehead. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," she said, panting a little. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, a few wisps escaping and falling into her eyes. "Shouldn't we get out of here? This fire's gonna attrack more of them?"
"Just a few more minutes, kid," he said, trying to calm her. "There might be other survivors on they're way."
"But what if there isn't?"
"Like I said, a few more minutes."

[[Oh man :sweat:]]

David's feet hit the ground, splashing up water that soaked deep even into laced-up boots. Quickly he whipped his head around and cursed loudly, he could see hide nor hair of the man who had been tagging along with him. Wiping his face nervously with an even dirtier sleeve he forged ahead even without his partner.
There had been six of them- in the beginning. The memory was distant; even if it had just been twenty-four hours ago. Grimly when he met up with them he had counted off their likelihood of survival. The old couple had gotten a fifteen percent, the teenage girl had gotten a thirty-five, the nervously sweaty guy he had given a fifty-two, and finally the man in the dress shirt and suit jacket combination had gotten a very merciful rating of sixty-five. This was the one time he wished statistics weren't his strong point- in less than a day him and the office drone had been back to back waist deep in zombie shit.

A beeping noise made itself known in the background. At first it was quiet but the sound continued to resound before gaining a hearty beep. Suddenly he felt an arm on his shoulder that pushed- hard. The big surprise wasn't that seconds later he felt the hard sting of gravel in his forehead; no, it was the heat and sound of limbs hitting the ground with a sickening thread.
"Pipe bomb." Came the heavy breathing of the suit guy who now crouched aside him- David was caught deciding whether he wanted to hug or sucker punch this guy. Luckily he didn't get the chance as the man continued, "Alright, now it isn't much further tell we reach where that fire came from."
Righting himself up to proper standing position David added, "I will be more than pissed if that was just some accidental fireworks."
His partner continued ahead of him scoffing, "I'm afraid you won't have time to be pissed; considering you'll be dead."
The younger man just loaded his magazine, commenting quietly on the suit's pleasant nature.

Andy glanced over at the kid- Cameron Lahey, she had told him. A kid with strawberry blonde hair, hazel eyes, and the face of an angel. Maybe an angel of death, the way she handled herself and that gun. They had been picking off any infected that wandered too close, and he was almost relieved to have her on his team. Of course, he wouldn't have minded about a hundred uninfected soldiers with heavy-duty guns and a few armored tanks, but he would take what he could get. Right now she was watching the horizon, standing perfectly still with a patience that became someone much older then her. Maybe that was how she survived. He didn't have time to ponder this as the girl suddenly striaghtened up a bit, peering out into the darkness.

"Andy- hey, do you see that?" Cameron took a few steps forward, her body braced in case she needed to raise her gun and shoot. She could see two figures running towards them now, but they were holding guns- last time Cameron had checked, they couldn't do that. "Hey, over here," she called, waving her hand. A hand clamped down over her mouth, cutting off her call.
"Shut up," Andy hissed. "You'll attrack trouble." Cameron frowned against his hand and pushed it away from her mouth. Little did they know, Andy was right. Something lurked in the shadows behind them, waiting for its chance to pounce, its sights set on the young girl, who was closest.

If he hadn't been out of breath David would have praised anything possible when he caught the glimpse of two people not only armed- but clearly interacting with each other in a 'I don't have an attraction towards for living flesh' kind of way. He made a wide gesture towards his teammate who was grinning like a madman- no doubt having come to his same conclusion.
Of course that was until- "Damn! It's a hoodie. I don't think that ones going to make it."

The suit cursed, his grin faltering as he left a questioning David behind with a sudden sprint. His mind kept reeling as he rmembered over and over the sizable amount of good people that he had watched die right in front of him, if he could help it he would make sure that this girl wouldn't be joining their ranks. He raised his gun swiftly towards the pair, carefully aiming slightly behind the girl. The man just hoped with all his might that his new allies would have the common sense to not return the fire.

Cameron blinked, startled, as the man raised a gun at her. "Hey, wait, don't, I'm not infected-" she began, backing up. Andy had realized he wasn't pointing the gun at her, but behind her, and dived for her just as a terrible scream tore through the air. Cameron found herself being knocked to the side as something dark flew over their heads, landing roughly on the ground with Andy on top of her.

Shivers shot up Andy's spine as he heard the scream, diving for Cameron. Not today, hombre, Andy thought, fiercely determined to not let Cameron die. The dark shape hurtled over them, and he could only hope their friend in the business suit could kill the thing before it went in for seconds.

[[Haha, Andy is Spanish, by the way.]]

He figured he must have fired an entire round into the creature, though he stopped counting after the point of excess. The thing was still there upon the ground; writhing with the little ability it had left. Fortunately the man had a perfect remedy for this, in one movement he pressed his foot directly onto the hoodie's neck giving it one more shot- point blank. He panted for a few seconds before looking up at the two, "Matt, my name is Matt. It's nice to meet you."

As the other man caught up he exclaimed, "That was really awesome, you know." He took a second, despite the predicament to shift his gun to his non-dominant hand. With his now free left hand he quickly snapped a picture of the obviously deceased zombie- before looking up with a grin, "I'm David."

(Really? I couldn't tell~ XD Matt is Chinese-Canadian. Really unfortunate business trip.)

Andy got up and pulled Cameron to her feet before turning to face the two. "I'm Andy, and this is Cameron," he said gruffly. When he spoke softly like that, his accent became apparent. He looked to Cameron, hoping she would get along with the introduction stuff- or this would be a very awkward moment.

"Its nice to meet you, Matt and David," Cameron said, shooting a look at Andy. She could have introduced herself. Then she turned her eyes to Matt, her expression one of gratitude. "Thanks for that," she said softly. She frowned at the hooded creature, and took a second to give it a swift, hard kick. "I think we should get moving, unless this guy had any friends." She looked up at them, suddenly feeling stupid- why would they take orders from an 18-year-old? She figured they were all older then her.

[[TEEHEE CANADIAN :D I love canadians :3]]

David flicked the cap back on his camera saying, "That's the third hood I've seen now. The good news is I don't think they hunt in packs- they do like to back up the normies though."

Matt crossed his arms, "I agree, nothing good can come from idling." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously before adding, "Plus I think we'd all feel more comfortable with pleasantries in a more enclosed space."
The cameraman agreed, "Yeah, generally it's comforting when I can talk without worrying about something hungering for my blood." He looked around, "It's better then where me and the suit met- That supermarket was a lot bigger than any of us assumed."
The businessman asked the other two,"This is a base right? They should have a room or something at least semi- confined, right?"

(So do I, I really like the cold weather~)

"There are a few places," Cameron said, a little doubtfully. "But I don't know exactly how to get to them." She shrugged apologetically, then turned to Andy.

"Ah, no way, chika," he said, shaking his head. "I wouldn't know." She made a face at him, then turned back to the other two.
"I guess our best bet would be to try where the offices are, first." The girl looked unsure of herself, Andy could tell. This whole thing was insane, them trusting a kid like her to lead them to safety.

[[Short post is short >.< And I only like cold weather because I live in the desert >.>]]

"If it's anything like a police station our best bets are secluded private offices or jail cells- usually both are well protected as well as pretty isolated.", said the photographer as he turned his face away from the group- surveying the entrance to the base carefully.
Matt furrowed his brow with a sigh, starting to amble towards what appeared to be the largest building, "I'm not sure I even want to know why you know that."
He spoke up quickly, "I'll have you know I come from from a prestigious line of cops." He grinned wildly, the corners of his mouth turning up at the edges, "I just took the path of least resistance- is all."

The businessman shook his head and turned back to the three, "Well I guess we won't know much of anything unless we go in first-hand." His face faltered for a second before he admitted, "I'll take the back if that's alright- I'd rather let someone older take the brunt of those punk-ass hoodies. You kids would be better at precision shooting, anyway."

(It's alright- action posts are often short and I don't mind any length. I live in cold weather, I still love the snow~)
(Oh, also I'll put it out here that I have no idea what a military base looks like in detail so you'll have to kind of guide me along. DX )

Cameron looked at David with an amused look, then turned to Matt. "I'd feel bad sticking you in the front- why don't you and me take the front, and David and Andy can cover our rears? That way, I can lead and we can protect each other." She looked around, looking for someone to protest her idea. "Sound like a plan? Good." She looked out, scanning the horizon. "I think if we head south east, we should be able to find the police station relatively easy."

Andy raised an eyebrow at her- damn, this girl was spunky. She fit perfectly into the model high school student cast- organized, perky, blonde, probably ran the student council or something like that. Well, this ain't no pep rally, novia. This is the real deal. He didn't say anything against the plan- it was a good one anyways. She'd probably accidentally shoot someone in the back if she was standing behind someone. She was good, but kids were jumpy, and the last thing they needed was everyone standing in front of a trigger-happy teen.

[[Hehe, snow makes me happy! And don't sweat it :3 its relatively basic. We can use out here for a font; facing the west and going from left to right it goes military housing, a school, stores (usually all in the px), restaraunts and parks, the hospital, the jail is somewhere near that, then the area where the vehicles are worked on and stored, offices and barracks, and then some more military housing. Farther out is the training area, but that's waaaay out there.]]

Matt agreed commenting, "Alright then, let's try to keep in our group as best as possible- the worst thing we could do at this point is split up." He looked at the younger girl- giving her a brief nod, "Make sure specially that your partner is always within visible distance- or you'll be taken down in a split second." He then turned in the indicated direction- gripping his gun so tight his knuckles turned a ghastly white.

David once again grinned like a Cheshire cat, "Well I guess it's just you and me back here." He suddenly gained an expression of mock-solemnity before saying , "If one of those back-monkeys rides me into a mob, after a while just shoot me." He nodded determinedly while crossing his arms, "I'd like to keep some amount of dignity, I think." He then proceeded to pat his trusty M-16 while regaining his usual grin. Quickly he covered the distance between the remaining survivors with a cheerful step and tune, "Alright- then let's go kill some undead!"

(Alright! I can understand that, simple enough. I'll be referring back to it constantly I'm sure X3 )

Cameron nodded once, a determined look on her face. she couldn't help but giggle as David spoke; he called the creatures funny names.

"Don't worry, hombre, I won't hesitate," Andy muttered under his breathe, too low for the others to hear. Five minutes into this shindig and he was getting a headache already. He stayed quiet the whole time, looking around for any of those guys with the long tongues or those hooded punks. He kept his ears pealed for the more then creepy yell of those little girls- another reason why Andy hated kids.

"So, how did you guys get into this mess," Cameron asked, as she motioned for them to move forward. She needed something to take her mind off of this insanity- she was afraid she was going to loose it right before she had met up with Andy. Although, she was pretty sure that if she had been stuck with just Andy she would have gone crazy too. That guy had some major issues.

[[Haha, Andy is such a jerk sometimes. And no worries, I'll probably be sitting here drawing myself a map before too long :sweat:]]

Matt stuck close to the wall, making sure to snipe whatever visible from their relative safety, "I'm here on a business, I live in Ontario. I'm a regional manager for a telecommunication company." He gave a light laugh before continuing, "It's lucky I kept in shape- I know far too many people who would give up seconds after just seeing one of those things." To be honest, had he not found a group early Matt would have probably done the same. Many times in the beginning he considered giving up- letting himself be strangled to death by one of those tongues. It was far better than getting eaten by acid puke, in his opinion.

"Welcome to America- I guess it's just lucky it happened in a place where one in four people have one of these babies just laying around." said David as he lifted his gun, occasionally turning his back to watch for the specials. "I was born and raised here myself- I left briefly to pursue a respectable career. When that didn't exactly work out I crutched my way back here." He cursed lightly as his foot briefly came in contact with a puddle of putrid smelling corrosive spit, thinking briefly how he really didn't want to meet whatever made it. "As for why I'm still here, I just happened to be the dreadful combination of too stupid to leave and too immune to be one of the walking dead . Though, I'd like to believe I would be a hoodie." A sour expression crossed his face, "Though I'd take just about anything that wasn't the exploding one."

The businessman asked as if to keep the extraneous conversation alive- if nothing than to pacify nerves, "What about you two? I don't suppose you both spend all your time in these lovely circumstances."

(Yeah he seems kinda antisocial, I'm sure David doesn't help- he's a terrible, terrible antagonist. Maybe they'll warm up to eachother after getting a few chargers knocked off of them. X3 And a map would probably help leaps and bounds with my uselessness. DX)

"Oh, ouch," Cameron murmured, giving Matt a sympathetic look. "Ah yes, the great America, land of the decaying and dead," she said, the words slipping from her mouth before she could stop them. She shook her head, blushing in embarrasment, looking off into the darkness so that they couldn't see her face. Man, that David guy was really funny- in a haha sort of way, to Cameron. "Exploding one," she whispered to herself, restraining her groan. Ah, man, so there were more freaks? Shoot her in the face and call her dead already. "Me? Well, I grew up here," she admitted. "But I can assure you, it wasn't always this... freaked out." she shrugged, a deft movement of the shoulders. "I'm only here still because I haven't been able to get out yet and I haven't died." She looked over her shoulder at Andy, an expectant look in her hazel eyes.

Andy ignored her look, staying silent for several seconds. When he still felt the burn of her gaze, he sighed and ran a hand through his short, dark hair. "I came here to coach high school soccer," he muttered. "Got stuck here and have been trying to get out ever since." He saw her look away from him, nodding to herself. He scowled at the back of her head, before looking out for any more espantajos- or any of those special freaks. So far he knew of the hooded punks, the frog-tongued ones, and the crying chicks. Apparently there was one that exploded- hopefully none of these guys were stupid enough to set it off, however that was done. He'd also seen a hulking sillhouette an hour or so before he'd met up with Cameron, Matt and David- the creature had been screaming and throwing its arms up at... at something, he wasn't sure. The size it had been, he was glad he hadn't run into it.

The photographer's face lit up, "Really? I love soccer, after all there's nothing like the smell of an artificial turf field in the morning!" He nodded saying, "I was a damn good middle fielder, if I do say so myself. Even planned to go to college for it." In the distance he heard coughing- little more than a faint choking sound. It didn't surprise him at all- he'd seen these things wheezing and choking all over themselves all day, many of them even clutched their heads as if out of pain.

Matt commented, "Is that so? How did that pan out?" He was a little unnerved by David's description of the beast. When he'd met the guy the young man has been holed up in his low-level apartment occasionally peering out his window to get shot, with his camera or his gun, of the infected below. It was most likely that David had probably seen more types of the infected than he. Though it seemed almost assured, even when they were shacked up with their old group he regaled the others with ghastly stories of the terrifying damned. Matt himself has been a little skeptical until one of the exploding ones had done just that. It's bile covered the poor nervous man in their party and in seconds he had been flooded with infected ripping and tearing at his flesh. It was one of those things that just motivated him- he would rather not have his family left to discover the remains of a chew-toy corpse.

"Not very well. My small scholarship got voided- Got an injury, had to quit the team." He whipped his head around as once more the sound of coughing resonated from the distance. He could smell something acrid- so strong that it made a bitter taste in his mouth. With a little bit of surprise he realized it was the all too familiar scent of cigarette smoke, "Hey do you guys smell th-" He felt it before he heard it- the cord that wrapped itself swiftly around his neck. It took a split second to yank backwards sending him hurtling to the ground. His reflexes kicked in as he tried vainly to rip at whatever caught him, kicking his legs in an sudden intense desperation.

"David," Cameron screamed involuntarily, before scowling fiercely and swinging her gun up. Her gun coughed as she let off burst after burst of bullets- dammit, why wasn't it letting go?

Andy cursed and stepped forward, raising his gun. He aimed carefully, then let off a short burst, the gun falling limp as the bullets tore through it. He followed the discriminating pink trail up to a fire escape and fired again- there was a sickly couch and a puff of toxic green smoke as the bullets found their mark.

"Are you alright," Cameron asked, running over to where David was. "Oh my god, what was that," she asked, looking up at the others. She had never seen that before... the hooded one, yes, and even the crying girl. She'd seen that nasty little acid spitter, too- but never that. She was thoroughly freaked for the moment.

He found himself between coughing and desperately sucking in needed oxygen. After a little he wiggled he hands under the constricting tongue and tore it off his neck, grimacing as he felt the bruise already starting to form under his skin. "That." He breathed with some amount of difficulty, "Was one of the smoking tongue guys." Putting a hand to his forehead he discovered a fair amount of blood matting his brown hair a dark crimson- thankfully none of it was his.

Matt cursed keeping a lookout. He was nothing short of paranoid this particular one could have brought some friends. Still he lent the downed survivor a hand, the younger gratefully took it standing up with a bit of disorientation. David's eyes seemed to have darkened a little with panic while choking out, "I've changed my mind." Suddenly his usual smile returned, though much of his expression betrayed it with their hollow look, "I wanna be that instead."

"How about we focus on not becoming anything and gettting out of here, eh hombre," Andy asked, adjusting his grip on his gun. He glanced over at Cameron- the girl had managed to compose herself.
"That's not such a bad idea," she said quietly.

Cameron shifted uncomfortably, turning to scan the area with nervous eyes. She suddenly felt way too exposed in the middle of the street. "Come on, lets go," she said, her voice soft and distressed. "The jail should only be a mile from here." They were at the corner of Shull and 5th- they shouldn't be too far off, now. She held her gun a little tighter, more then ready to shoot something undead.

Matt agreed, "Alright were going to need to up surveillance. We should report all cases of coughing, nausea, and of course that godawful squealing." He patted the girl on the shoulder reassuringly but very briefly before picking up David's previously discarded gun from the ground. With ease he quickly tossed it in his direction. The photographer missed catching it by a bit- his hand grasping for air, his reaction time slightly delayed. He wore a slightly miffed, but not at all surprised, face before turning to quickly pick it up.

The photographer frowned- the night was deeper than ever. It seemed to him that it had been forever ago when the sun had been high up in the sky. He had never been good with time himself, it could be ten o clock or three AM for all he knew. The only thing that really registered was that A. this had been the longest day of his short life and B. if he didn't get to a rest place soon he would drop dead of fatigue instead of zombies. At this point it wouldn't surprise him if this was all one giant nightmare. Though if that tongue strangling had assured him that, dream or not, waking up was highly unlikely. It was long ago he had stopped counting how many of these things he had taken out, now it was a game for how many head shots he could fit in. Not because it was cool looking, which it was, but because it was the most effective way to down them. It spoke something of their resistance, when they would crawl helplessly without their lower halves. If he hadn't been busily cracking skulls with a well aimed heel he would have been complimenting their resiliency.

Cameron managed a small, strained smile, then turned and began to walk, keeping her ears peeled for any strange noise. She hesitated when she heard a shuffling sound, raising her gun up. The man came out from around the corner, shuffling around like he was drunk. Good, he hadn't noticed them yet. She raised her gun and took a second to sight in, then shot, the body collapsing as the bullet tore through the skull and brain. She sighed and lowered her gun, then kept going, feeling so... tired. She felt so old, so used up. She could really use a nap. She looked up at the sky for a moment- it was like just yesterday she had been counting stars instead of counting bodies. Oh, how fast things could change.

Andy followed his companions silently, keeping an eye out for anything strange. The smoke guy seemed to have gotten to everyone- David wasn't blabbering on about whatever, and Cameron wasn't questioning him about a million things. He was almost content with the silence- he could focus better. Only a mile away from the police office, though? That sounded like a long, long walk, especially through this hell.

[[Do you wanna make the police station the first safe house, or do you want to make one before that?]]

Wearily Matt rubbed his eyes- they were starting to spot from the lack of sleep. He hadn't gotten any the day before the infection, his conference call had lasted all night. Once, twice his flashlight blinked. It's light had been fading for the last hour and he had dreaded this occurrence as it finally fizzled out. He cursed quietly, hitting it against his gun once or twice as if to see if it would be beaten into submission. Obviously this was not the case. It was bad enough that the group was silent- it gave him time to concentrate but the feeling was eerie. The new found darkness didn't help. He almost preferred the sound of the infected than hushed silence broken only by a sudden shot or the heavy sound of a corpse making sudden concrete contact.

It was a blessing to David's weary eyes when he saw in the northeast the faint outline of a building- it didn't look like a police station with it's rudimentary painting and simple roofing, though he supposed he didn't know a lot about military facilities. Suddenly he wished greatly he had payed closer attention to this place before. It had never seemed important when he had seen it flying past the window of his occasional short cab trips to his parent's apartment. Other than that it had never even crossed his mind once, he was quite satisfied with his little apartment across from the hospital. It was two blocks from the coffee shop he moonlighted in and just a quarter mile to the nearest bus stop. If it hadn't been for those noisy survivors he probably would have still been there, though he was smart enough to realize he would most likely be definitely dead. That was the thing though, despite all their odds and unfortunate circumstances he found himself just wanting to live more and more. The one thought that had reeled through his mind when he'd been strangled had been 'live, survive''. Those words had repeated as oxygen became thinner and thinner. This new building seemed to call out to him particularly in this way, saying 'here, here' even with it's rust-metal door and peeling paint that spelled 'STORAGE'. All caps- as if yelling at him through the text."Hey- guys! I think I see a building up on right!"

(It might be easier on them with a fresh start, the building is a run-of-the-mill storage- so it could be a safe room or just a place with equipment depending on your preference. I just feel bad (and question the ability) of them walking a whole mile fatigued in the dark.)

Cameron managed a small, strained smile, then turned and began to walk, keeping her ears peeled for any strange noise. She hesitated when she heard a shuffling sound, raising her gun up. The man came out from around the corner, shuffling around like he was drunk. Good, he hadn't noticed them yet. She raised her gun and took a second to sight in, then shot, the body collapsing as the bullet tore through the skull and brain. She sighed and lowered her gun, then kept going, feeling so... tired. She felt so old, so used up. She could really use a nap. She looked up at the sky for a moment- it was like just yesterday she had been counting stars instead of counting bodies. Oh, how fast things could change.

Andy followed his companions silently, keeping an eye out for anything strange. The smoke guy seemed to have gotten to everyone- David wasn't blabbering on about whatever, and Cameron wasn't questioning him about a million things. He was almost content with the silence- he could focus better. Only a mile away from the police office, though? That sounded like a long, long walk, especially through this hell.

[[Do you wanna make the police station the first safe house, or do you want to make one before that?]]

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Cameron stifled a yawn, then perked up when she saw the building. "Hey, those are the old storage facilities," she said happily. "There's a huge office in one of them- it has high security too!" She had never been happier to see that place in her life- in fact, she had always hated that place, with its ugly grey walls and the units full of junk that people left there to rot. She felt a new energy, her body telling her only one thing- get to that office.

Andy was relieved, as well, when Cameron mentioned the secured office. He was tired- he suffered from insomnia, of all the stupid things. He followed them, scouring the darkness for anything that might cause a problem. He actually hoped there would be- he would blast the living daylights out of anything that got in their way.
He got his wish- he was caught off guard by one of the infected running at him. He didn't have time to shoot- he had to shove it back, causing it to smack into a car. He shot it once, twice, and it ceased to move- but there was now a car alarm whining through the empty lot.
"Oh, shit," he heard Cameron whispered, her voice terrified, as there was a roar of hunger from all the infected nearby. Andy cursed rapidly in spanish, lifting his gun as they began to round the corner, coming at them from all sides.

[[You're right, a mile could seem like a really long way :/ thought I'd throw in a fun little horde before we got there though :3]]

David cursed liberally- making sure not to skip a beat as he aimed shot after shot into the face of each infected whom dared to lunge at him. Occasionally when one got too close he had to pistol whip them brutally, though it gave him much more satisfaction then regular shooting. His arms ached as they gathered scratches from the gouging claws. It seemed that there was no end in sight to the constant flow of zombies. He looked around wildly while trying to kick away one with a particular attachment to his feet. What he wouldn't do at this very moment for a pipe bomb.

Matt smashed one of the infected back- it struggled awkwardly backwards but didn't yield until it had a new well-aimed hole right between it's eyes. He knew the best thing right now was to keep in control. If he let himself he would be angry at the infected, angry at the car alarm, angry at the situation, and especially angry at the company that shipped him outside of his very comfortable home. Of course, that isn't to say he couldn't take out his frustration here- but he didn't exactly relish killing the zombies as some of his companions seemed to. They looked so human to him, because he supposed they were at one point. But even this thinking could only take you so far when you have about forty of them vying for a chance at your throat. At this point he could only hope for some sort of divine infected-killing intervention. Or a giant explosion. Luckily, or unluckily as you would view it the second wish was partially granted as a molotov shattered on nearby ground.

(Oh joy, I love zombie hacking! I made sure to give your charries some fun too, while giving them the added help of a little firepower. ;D)