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OOC: Oh my gosh :O i honestly didn't mean to offend GES, it was just a bit of light hearted banter. m like that with all my m8s. Whoops. Ok, i formally apologise for any wrong feelings i may have caused.

IC: The radio crackled with static, and it didn’t help that there was a lot of background noise, but someone was talking, or, rather, screaming.
++ Listen to me! *Fzzzzttt* we can *fzzzt* it – Are you bit-*Fzzzt* ++
It became apparent to Fitzz that he was listening into someone else, who was broadcasting to the town.
++Nonononono this cant be happe- *Fzzzt* we’ve come so far. I’m sorry, this is for your own *Fzzzt* -ood++
A single gunshot rang out from the radio, and Fitzz instinctively ducked. Feeling foolish he rose back to his feet, and carried on listening.
++*audible weeping* T-this is an emergency broadcast from the city of Wakesfield – We have holed up in the radio tower, but we cant keep them out much longer. The freaks, they’re – they’re mutating *Fzzzzttt* Don’t trust what you have seen, they’ll be *Fzzzt*++

Screaming began to echo through the radio speakers, followed by a panicked staccato of gunfire.

++Oh god they’ve broken through. If your listening to me, you have to avoid all towns and cities, the undead are strippi- *Screams and more gunfire* these populated areas bare, and migrating onwards. They’re mutating, evolving- they’re adapting to their conditions *Fzzzzt* I repeat, theyre evolving! Avoid towns! Southern America is still relatively clear! Run for you -*Fzzzzzzzt*++
The recording carried on for a couple more seconds, with the volume of gunfire decreasing, and the screams of the dying increasing. Fitzz switched the radio off, and held his head in his hands…

@Ghosty: It's okay, I guess my tone didn't come across as I'd hoped. I was joking.

Patrick removed the stick as gently as possible. The blood and lack of tools made it feel like a medievil triage station.
He pulled the stick out halfway.

Dave woke up.

"FETH! FETH! FETHFETHFETHFETH!!!!! GODDAM YOU, GET THE FETH OFF!" Dave screamed in rage and pain. His jerking movements finally freed the stick,
though alot of blood leaked freely from the wound. He grasped the stick.

"Feth you you sonuvabitch. i hope your mother is chopped down and turned into toilet paper so I can wipe my ass with her." He spoke. The outburst made him feel better.
He sat back down,

Patrick pressed a cloth to his wound, and wrapped duct tape around his stomach.

"Sorry, best I can do." Patrick apoligised.

'No problem." Dave groaned.
The white cloth had already turned red. but nothing else came out, so Dave didn't complain.

He stood up.

"Nathan, Nathan Morris." he extended his hand out to the man who'd pulled most of the stick out.

"Patrick. Call me Jewman."
"Fitzz." They shook hands.

"Sorry if this puts pressure on you guys, but we need to get the hell outta here." David/Nathan said.

"Why? Something wrong? Aw Christ, they were following you weren't they?" Fitzz moaned.

"Yeah. Hence the injuries. But while I was running, I got some high ground for a while. Saw a metric crap ton heading our way." David/Nathan replied.

'Where from?" Patrick asked.

"Everywhere. Here." David pulled out the map from his back pocket. He laid it flat on the floor, wincing as he knelt.

He laid out the exact directions of the hordes, and estimated their numbers.

'We got three options."

"One: We head south to the bottom end of town, then head northeast. This will take some time though."

"Two: We northeast now, and hope to circumvent the nearest hordes."

"Three: We try and wait it out here. Not exactly high on my list of options."

Dave sat back down as Fitzz and Patrick conversed.

So, who wants to make the next decision?

OOC i'll have a post up in a min so we all can hear the brodcast

Edit: what time do you guys make it in game

I dunno, early evening i suppose, about 8.00pm?

Naomie thought about their dsision to head into the woods ,

"how long's this baby gonna last us" she though and gave the fuel tank a knock it gave back a solid thud "at least half full"

"its gonna get dark soon" he said to her who was looking around glancing at shadows "we gotta get back into town, finnd somewhere to hole up"

She grunted a reply and they headed back into town, stopping at the first shop they saw, Naomie stopped the bike and got off pulling her lockpicks from her back pocket

"kep an eye out i'll only be acouple off minutes" she snaped crouching down and begining to pick the lock. Gaining enterance to the small shop, which luckly for them still had its security shutters down Naomie pulled th bike inside and closed the door, she knew they wouldn't be able to stay for long tomorrow, they had to keep moving, away from town if possible. Handing N her pistol she told him to go check the back moving through the back room N said he saw nothing and that the backdoor was locked. Naomie started looking around she found that they had ended up in an general convenience store the crappiest day of her life just picked up a little. on the counter was a radio she swept it up and quickly turned it on trying to see just how bad this was.

as the radio played the standard emergency brodcast speil Naomie and N set to work they found a small daysack for N to put stuff in and quickly filled it up with dried food and water Naomie checked behind the counter and found a Grenade Launcher and 50 rounds of ammo, that would do nicely she thought and was just coming out from behimd the counter when the radio changed what it was saying

"hey!, N, get through here we're not gonna have to survive on our own after all" she called. she heard the clatter of shelves hitting the wall as N let a set fall against the back door and they both stood silently listening to the other survivors last words.

once the brodcast finished and the radio was dead silent they decided to head east and the south hopefully managing to avoid most of the "freaks" as the man on the radio put it.

spreading whatever soft objects they found on the floor they managed to make a bed that could comfotably fit one of them. they decided to sleep in shift and Naomie took first watch. unstraping the AR from her pack she filled the spare magizines they had found in the shop, which unfortunately had no other guns or ammo lef.t with all the ammo she had stolen this morning relising that having ammo in a box would not help for them

they needed a way out of this place i things went tits up a look out of back keyhole showed a sewer hole in the road behind the shop that would have to be it, their were crowbars on the shelves so they could use them to open the hole they would just have to get there, but if it came to that they would have to leave the bike, that wasn't good

OOc I put the time around 2100 at the minute so it would be starting to get darkish you other guys should probably start moving somewhere
and sorry but i know the "general convenience store" is the mary sue of shops but it works and they're relatively common in america
so sorry n0t you but it's all i could think of, we're so dead

OOC: I suppose we can assume that Sil and Spook were sitting in the car listening to the radio broadcast,thus their inactivity during this time ( Hint guys...jump in soon.)


BIC:

" Fitzz" Patrick said " We need to make a decision soon mate"he paused and then continued " If we stay here much longer...we are done for."

Fitzz nodded, " I know Jewman,especialy since those things were following the kid".

Fitzz paused thinking,the kid had laid out a fairly accurate surmation of their options,and heading the opposite direction of these things seemed like the best choice.

He thought further about the radio broadcast,seemed like town was done for...but,he thought "We have ammo,we have weapons...but not much food or water".

He knew their was some food in the safe house...but most of that was in the fridge...not much they could take with them.

" Alright" Fitzz said "Let's get it in gear" he walked to a closet and hauled uot several ruksacks.

"Kid" Fitzz said to David " Go in the kitchen,every can of food you can find,shove 'em in one of these sacks...take everything that wont rot on us"

"Jewman" The Satans keep some med supplies in the bathroom...stuff we keep in case one of the Brothers gets hurt and we can't take him to a hospital,if you get my meening" Fitzz thought of having to stitch up a few knife wounds in that bathroom himself as weel as removing a bullet or two. "Take everything you think we may need."

Fitzz went to the gun locker and begin to pack ammo into a rucksack,he glanced in to a corner of the locker and grinned ear to ear.

* Property U.S. Army*
Caution Explosive
Extreme Care in Handleing
12 Count Grenades

Fitzz read the words that were stenciled across a medium sized crate and laughed.

"One of the brothers scored nicely" Fitzz laughed and hualed the crate out and placed it with the sack of ammo.

He then quickly ran to a small safe and opened it,fishing out $3000.00 dollars in cash " You never know" he said to himself, along with a metal strong box witch he slipped into one of the rucksacks.

" How we doing!" Fitzz yelled to the two others..

"Fine!" Dave yelled out. He clutched his side.
God don't let me laugh.

He threw a mixture of cans in the bags, so that if they lost one bag, they wouldn't lose an entire food group.

Dave tore through the kitchen, looking for water or drinks.

He found two 24 packs of bottled water. He did some mental math, and threw eight bottles into the six bags.
Dave lurched into the main room, saw Fitzz standing over a crate that had military stenciling on it.

"Any .45 ammo in there?" Dave asked.

"Didn't know sixteen year olds were allowed to pack heat." Fitzz replied, turning.

"We're not. I kinda came across it."

Fitzz nodded in understanding, and took another box out from the closet. he tossed it, and two more magazines to Dave.

He began to reload, hoping he wouldn't have to use them.

Fitzz glanced at the kid nodding,"Fair enough" he said tossing a box of .45 amunition to the young man.

"Make sure ya load up the magazines ya got" Fittz said " Hold on to the rest...in case we get seperated"

Fitzz thought for a moment and reached into the locker,"Here" He said tossin a small handgun to David who caught it deftly.

" That's what I call a 4 banger" Fitzz said " It's a 4 shot deringer...45 caliber as well...load it...stick it in your pocket" Fitzz looked at the kid sternly..he continued " If we do get seperated...and if ya run out of ammo for your Big .45...at least that little baby gives you a few shots...and...a way out if ya have to take it."

The kid nodded,understanding what Fitzz ment by "a way out."

"You get the food sqaured away " Fitzz asked,and the kid nodded.

"Good" Fitzz said " Were almost ready to roll" a grin parted Fitzzs lips "But first.." Fitzz removed a grenade from the case.

" I may have a question or two for our friends in that car outside"

OOC: Apologies for my absence, I had business to take care of today.

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Patrick finished packing away the little medical supplies they had into his backpack.

"Fitzz, come on, lets go check on those guys outside." Patrick yelled

They went out the back door, Patrick walking towards the passenger side door with Fitzz behind, Jewman had his Taurus drawn.

Patrick walked up the window smashing it with the butt of his gun.

"Listen, if you were even touched by one of those bastards, I want you to show me, or I will make you eat so much lead you'll gak a bullet." Patrick roared into Sil's face.

Sil stammered and struggled for an answer

Patrick backhanded him and screamed "LISTEN, if you both don't answer me within the next 3 seconds, zombies will be the last of your worries"

Sil and Spook both answered "No"

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OOC: It looked like you had something you wanted to do here Fitzz, so I left it open and them still in the car.

Fitzz ran to the other side of the car yanking the door open and Aiming his .45 at the drivers head.

" I think you boys had better do what Jewman says" Fitzz said " else things are gonna get real bad real quick".

Fitzz glanced over at the man known as Sil...

" I know this guy from some where" Fitzz thought "But where"

From the porch the kid spoke " Hey guys...looks like we have some company".

A lone zombie stagered from out of the woods.

"melon-fether" Patrick growled as he slammed the door of the car.

Patrick ran closer to the bastard, taking aim. The gun cracked a shot off, the bullet took off the zombies ear off.

Patrick shot again, the bullet zipping through it's skull, dropping it.

He immediately saw around 11 zombies, all of them shambling through the treeline.

"GET THE feth OUT OF THE CAR" Patrick screamed, firing off a few shots into the zombies, clipping one of there knees.

All of them ran into the house through the backdoor, slamming it. The kid ran inside, keeping the door open for them.

Fitzz ran over and said "Come on mate, we can pick them off from inside"

Patrick nodded and ran inside with fitzz in tow. Fitzz threw a few rounds into the treeline, dropping one of them.

Patrick ran to the table, grabbing his SCAR rifle.

Jewman kneeled at the doorway with Fitzz, both of them firing off rounds into the shambling horrors. Soon, all of them were dead or unable to move.

Patrick saw something crawling in the treeline, growling. He knew it was not a normal zombie.

Jewman dropped the gun and drew one of his swords, just as the thing flew through the air, zooming through the air, patrick attempted to skewer it mid-flight, but he didn't get the angle, it slammed him to the floor, sliding 6 feet on the ground, Patrick struggled, but it started to claw at him.

All he heard for the next 9 second was a boom and ringing. The grasshopper-esque zombie had its brains all over the wall next to him.

Fitzz extended his arm and helped Jewman up.

"Mother of god, mate, we have to get moving" Patrick said

" Damn right Jewman " said Fitzz " Let's roll"
"Kid" Fitzz yelled for the teenager "Gtab the gear...were going"

Patrick,the kid and Fitzz quickly gathered all the supplies they had tucked into the rucksacks and rushed outside.

The kid limping badly followed as quickly as he could "Where the feth are we gonna go" he asked.

"Anyplace but here" Patrick said as they quickly loaded his jeep with the rucksacks

"Fitzz" Patrick said with some concern " I hope your not planning on ridding that motorcycle of yours".

"Naw Jewman" Fitzz said " When it's a toss up between style and your next breath...your next breath always wins"

Fitzz,Patrick and the Kid piled into Patricks jeep.

"What about them?" the kid said gesturing to the two other men.

"They wanna follow us" Fitzz started " Then let 'em...if not...feth 'em."

Patrick started the engine and the three tore off into the night .

[OOC: Bloody hell - a lot to catch up on now ]

[OOC: Edit: Assume that Sil and Spook are following in their truck, I will add some RP in this post later as I'm back at work now ]

OOC: Awwww lucky move there silver, i was about to swoop in

And you do not want me to swoop in, as scarp has just foun out...

Scarp opened the door into the bedroom, and noted a disturbing stench that permeated from the gloom. He also noted there was a low and menacing growl. He switched the lights on.

Lawrence’s girl was no longer one of them. She was sitting on her haunches, a mixture of vomit and spittle dribbling freely down her chin. Her cold, glazed eyes were fixed on him, or rather, fixed on his throat. She let out a screech and leapt. Defenceless, scarp was in trouble. She, or it, collided with him and sent them flying across the room. The ghoul tore frenziedly at him, blood fountaining out of his torn open throat. He tried vainly to push her off, but his strength was fading as quickly as his blood was leaving his body. She had dug her hand into his innards and began twisting. He felt her cold fingers against his stomach. She squeezed, and pulled it clean out. Scarp stopped moving, and his eyes slowly glazed over. He was finally at peace…
The ghoul turned its eyes on Lawrence, who was curled up in the corner, head in his hands. She smiled, and leapt.

FATALITY

Oh, I also forgot.
As Fitzz turned around, and began moving away from the satan’s hide out, he noted how loud the moaning was, and looked back over to the treeline. What he saw, it chilled him to the bone. There were corpses – A lot, of corpses. All stumbling through the tree’s, as far as the eye could see.

“There must be thousands…”

A couple peeled away from the main swarm, and began sprinting, and leaping towards them. They were closing the distance very fast.

OCC: The weapon is a Grenade Launcher
Obviously that ammo is going to last for ages as it's not a good idea to shoot at a small group.

We're not dead yet, the map has the zombies a fair bit away from us.

IC: "I found our exit" said Naomi, pointing at the keyhole. N looked through it. "The sewer enterance?" he asked. "Yeah" she replied. "That's a pretty bad idea, if we go down there, we'll be trapped" said N.

"So what do we do then?" she asked. "We fortify the main doors and the back room, the manager's office. Then we fill this place up with traps. We spend the night in there, use the security camera's in the morning to check if the coast is clear. Then first thing we do is find a largish vehicle like a bus. We take the bus to a large building that can fit it inside. Then we park it in there, fortify all entrance points then fortify the bus. Meanwhile someone will have to get some fuel. We put this spare fuel on the bus and run a funnel from inside it so we can refuel it without having to leave" replied N. He then walked towards the front door and pushed a few more shelves down on it.

Next he grabbed a basket and then filled it with deoderant spray cans, a couple boxes of nails, a ball of string and a few rolls of tape. "What's this for?" she asked him after he had gathered it all and returned to the back room. "Spike Bombs" he replied. He bashed the nozzle off the can so that it's contents escaped automatically, then put a small piece of tape over it to block it. He then wraped a loop of tape around a deoderant can, sticky side out. Then placed a bunch of nails, their heads on the tape. Finally he tied a piece of string to the top of the can and gave it a quick spray from another can.

"All I have to do is take off the top piece of tape here and light the string, then throw it. The escaping gas will fling it in a direction so the flames might fly back at us a little bit. But it should spin out of control near them, spraying fire then the heat will cause the can to explode. The force will launch the nails out away from it" said N. "Why not just use the grenade Launcher?" she asked.

"Well I think it might be better to save the ammo for it, also it might create a new hole for the crazies to enter through. Although that did just give me a cool escape hatch idea" said N, reffering to the Grenade Launcher.

They finished reinforcing the front of the store, N intended to use the Grenade Launcher to leave so there was no need for a weaker point in it to allow them to leave, but he would be able to use the iron pipe to pry some boards away from the door quickly and quietly if needed.

N, happy with the defensive messures began to set some traps, clearly marked out to avoid any accidents. He had made sure that they were clear to Naomi. Now all they had to do was wait out the night and see if escaping town was possible in the moring. The store's CCTV monitors had pretty good coverage of the store. The owner was probably tired of shoplifters or something. The entire store was in view as well as the back and front doors, from both sides to prevent anything from sneaking up. N began to think that perhaps they had been more paranoid then annoyed about shoplifters.

OCC: A thought just occured to me. Would it be possible for anyone to become zombies? To represent the smarter ones that occasionally pop up.

[OOC: I was just thinking that n0t_u ]

OOC: its an interesting idea, but im not sure it would work in the long run. See they cant RP in conventional terms. They cant talk, show emotions, issue orders, or anything. It would lead to having to write in a descriptive way as well....Plus, the chances are one of the survivors will put a cap through your head ver. quickly....

OCC: Then they're gone
I suppose you could PM the zombie and say this is your goal for this phase. Or have them help out controlling the zombie hoard that's wandering about. Probably something for next time as it needs a bit of organizing.

@silver:

As Sil and Spook followed the other car Sil leaned over and turned on the radio. Several of the national stations still played music, while the more local stations were given over to wild speculation about what was happening. The radio station from the next town over was off the air completely, a dull static filled the car as they tuned into it. Sil sighed and fiddled with the dial some more but was not able to pick up anything useful. Spook spoke up “Why don’t you try the emergency frequency; just press the ‘EMG’ button and it will tune in automatically.”

Sil’s finger stabbed down on the button and a garbled signal came through.

++ Listen to me! *Fzzzzttt* we can *fzzzt* it – Are you bit-*Fzzzt* ++

The listened in as they drove, occasionally glancing at each other as something else was revealed. They pulled into the parking area of the biker club and watched as the other two went inside. Spook put a hand on Sil’s arm has he went to leave the cab and go into the club. “We should probably listen to the rest of this Sil” he said. Sil glanced around and nodded. “OK, just keep an eye on the woods, OK?”

A few minutes later the club door slammed open and Patrick and Fitzz ran over to them, smashing the passenger window over Sil and yanking open Spook’s door. After some shouting they were frog marched into the club as a group of zombies appeared at the edge of the trees. A blood splattered young boy stood in the hallway, a big, sodden bandage covered most of his side. Sil frowned before moving further into the building. Bags of food, guns and ammunition covered the floor. Gunshots and shouting sounded from the front before the door slammed shut behind him.

“We have to get out of here!” shouted someone. The kid, Patrick and Fitzz grabbed up the bags of supplies and headed out the door. Sil didn’t have his axe, and Spook’s guns were still in his car. Sil turned to Spook “Feth this, we have to get out of here.” The sprinted for the door and their waiting truck. They could just see the tail lights of what Sil assumed to be Patrick’s car vanishing down the road as they made it to their truck. The engine roared to life just as a solid wave of zombies reached them. Hands groped through Sil’s broken window, grabbing at his shirt. A gun went off right next to his ear and the nearest zombie flew backwards, knocking down several others. The car lurched forwards as Spook put it into gear, chasing after the others.

Sil shook his head trying to get the hearing in his ear back and shouted “Thanks man, I owe you one. I’m going to kick those guys’ asses when we catch up with them.” “You and me both.” Replied Spook as he concentrated on driving. Sil shifted in his seat, trying to brush the shattered glass off both himself and his seat.

[OOC: Edit: @ n0t_u - can't see your picture at work I'm afraid ]

OCC: Mindtaker

OOC A GRENADE LAUNCHER and 50 grenades what sort of holigans is this shop keeper up against, Mecha Hitler? thats gonna last forever, also the sewer is a last resort

“There must be thousands…” thought Fitzz.

A couple peeled away from the main swarm, and began sprinting, and leaping towards them. They were closing the distance very fast.

Fitzz thought for a moment, "What the Feth" he said to himself ,pulling the pin on one of the grenades he deftly fliped it towards the pack of closing monsters,were it exploded pulverizing them.

Patrick raised and eyebrow at Fitzz.

Fitzz only shrugged and said " Haul ass Jewman"

Patrick nodded and sped up putting some distance between them and the horde of walking corpses.


OOC: Ok I'm of to work,back in several hours.

As they drove Sil tried his hand held radio several times. He knew it was futile since the woods were overrun by zombies now, but there might still be people working in there that were far enough out from the town that they might not have encountered the zombies yet. He called every few hundred metres, giving the road number and their estimated position on it, telling anyone who was listening where they were and what was happening with the hope that if they heard him, they would be able to make it to the road they were on, or otherwise escape.

Patrick took the Jeep down the dirt road into the main roadway leading into and out of town. He began to pull away from the town till David stopped them.

"No! Head into town. We can lose them there." He called out. Fitzz was strapped into the front seat beside Patrick, and nodded his okay.

They drove into town, before Dave called out more directions.

"LEFT! LEFT GODDAMIT LEFT LEFT!!" He shouted.

Patrick yanked hard on the wheel, taking the turn almsot too fast, and they lost the right hand mirror to a lamp post.

"Head to the street above the park!" He yelled out.

Dave could see the horde, and took aim with his pistol. Fitzz lobbed two grenades, and they were greeted with a shower of red mist.

Patrick ran over a few of the stragglers.

'Left, then right, then left again. Take Millburough Street and we'll be in the clear!" Dave yelled.

He turned in the back of the cab, saw the pickup still following, tacking pot shots as it drove past zombies.

They drove for two more hours before they stopped. The truck was laggin badly behind.

They got out, and busted open two cans of beans to eat.

Though they were far from the city, Dave felt that they were not from the danger.

I know I posted...but its not here..

Can anyone else vouch for seeing that post? I posted it this morning.

Edit: No, I had to post it, since Fitzz post directly references my post.

Edit2: Btw, GES, your post makes no sense. A: I'm driving. B: There is zero possible chance we are out of gas.

OOC: @ Karon..IIRC,the last post you made was the one ending were your character states "Mother of god mate,we have to get out of here" (refering to the safe house)...after that I posted our exodus.

Also,GES has edited his post .

Fitzz sat silently on the bumper of Patricks jeep as Patrick and the kid ate in silence.

"We are to exposed" Fitzz thougt " If we sit out here in the open for to long...we've had it".

But he didn't want to bottle them up in some death trap either.

"Have to think fast" Fitzz thought " Think of a safe place to hold up for a while"

Also...there was the question of the two men in the truck behind them.

Fitzz knew he recognized the one called Sil,he felt he had some ties to a local crime boss Fitzz himself had had dealings with....it would come to him.

He turned to Patrick and The Kid and lit a cigarette.

" WE can't stay out here with our asses in the wind for too long." Fitzz said exhaling smoke " I've got an idea where we can hold up for a while" Fitzz took a drag on his smoke,exhailed and continued "...But getting there may not be easy"

"What do you have in mind Fitzz" asked Patrick

Fitzz smiled evenly "First things first Jewman" he said indicating the truck that had been following them." Make sure your loaded up...and be ready for anything" He glanced at The Kid " You too Kid" Fitzz said "...But stay frosty,don't do gak unless..unless we have to."

Fitzz checked his .45 and fished a grenade from the crate.

In the distance the moans of the walking dead grew.

OOC: Sorry, I phased out for a bit there, I understand ow.

2 Hours of driving, going an average of 45 miles per hour....we've probably went around 100 miles.

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Patrick was pissed. He really wasn't liking the undead. He could have been at home checking his beastmen army list on DakkaDakka if it weren't for this damn virus.

Patrick reloaded his SCAR rifle. The guys in the back had stopped, no doubt out of gas just like them.

He already heard the moans of more dead monsters. He feared what this virus would mutate others in to. They've already encountered the Jumper zombie, and there was bound to be more.

Patrick sighed and fished in his backpack. He found some Advil painkillers, and threw 3 of them to the kid. He nodded.

"Fitzz, do you know who that one guy is like you said earlier? If not, they're dead weight, and better start showing their worth" Patrick said

Fitzz just stared at a lone zombie probably 200 feet away, just shambling towards them.

Patrick shouted at Fitzz

"Sorry, I was spaced" Fitzz apologized

"Come on, lets go see what these two can do that isn't completely useless." Patrick growled

Patrick cocked his rifle.