At the sound of another voice, Lillah quickly turned around. She blinked at the gun pointed at them, and then to her bat, but didn't move for it. Instead she slowly got up, moving slightly in front of the girl as she glared at the man until he lowered his gun. "I'm getting real tired of people pointing guns at me," she growled at him. Crazy gun act? she wondered. Was that what I moved away from? She stayed quiet, though, and just continued to watch him carefully as he proposed his plan to Steph.

Steph grabbed the water and placed it back in her bag, then took the pineapple in her hand.
She removed her screwdriver from her back and began to stab around the can.
"Weird that when the apocalypse started it seems people started hoarding the can openers" Steph joked, as both of them had resorted to other means of opening cans.
"I know some bush craft, a few traps and so on. I was in the scouts after all an.." Steph was interrupted by movement behind the two and a males voice.

"I don't want to hurt you, but if you make any sudden movements, a bullet will be lodged in your brain before you can draw any of your weapons."
The man said as Steph froze, her gun felt heavy now on her waist, the itching feeling to grab it...
She did not though, the metal fencing would stop him getting close to them but a bullet could easily move through the gaps...

The man continued "you guys part of that crazy guy's zombie act?"

Steph slowly turned, her fears becoming reality when the barrel of a gun faced her. She didn't speak. "What was this guy on about.." She thought as the man lowered his weapon and began to speak again, looking to Steph

"We have the same idea, moving towards the countryside. But there is a horde blocking any movement in the east. If any of us want to move to the west, then we are going to have to go through the horde. Or find a way to distract them. A partner or partners would be helpful t a time like this. There aren't a lot of us left, and there is strength in numbers. I would be willing to work with you. I have food and water,"

Steph licked her lips nervously then opened her mouth to speak.
"N..no matter what we wont be-able to speak truthfully with a gun pointed at us.... We would just do whatever you say to not make you shoot us ...."

((poor kid))

Jon could hear the pumping in his heart when the zombies kept going. If he picks his weapon up, he'll be shot before he finishes. If he runs like hell, he'll probably still be shot. The man seemed crazy enough to do that. He moved backwards some more, trying to figure out his next move. His fingers hovered to the back pocket of his jeans, where he kept the colt anaconda, just in case. It only had two bullets left, and would make noise, but he's almost dead anyway.

"Stop them now! Or I'm..I.." He grit his teeth together, unable to say more. If he couldn't even say it, would he be able to shoot the man?

He tried to hide his panic but he was sweating and shaking, watching the zombies go, and his mind was blank on ideas to live.

Charles sees that now is the best time to stop it, he shouts the words he needs to stop them "stop my pretty ones, play times over." the zombies all dispurce to behind Charles and he smiles. "did you think you were dead? now you know my life story my boy." holds out hand for him to take to pull him up. "welcome. to hell friend"

(btw he still has both his eyes so i need a way for him to lose one, be as creative as you like)

Jon watched the zombies go, and picked himself up, ignoring the man's hand. He had no intention of going friendly anymore. He slowly grabbed his machete, deciding the man probably won't have a problem with that anymore since the zombies were gone. Jon glared at him and spoke. "Play time?" He muttered. Jon held tightly to his weapon and took one small step closer to the man. "Thanks for the welcome. I guess you're the demon here?"

Run. Run. Run. That's what Jon kept thinking. But his feet didn't move and he kept his eyes on the man.

"Demon? no! well i guess i am DEVILISHLY hansom" he smiled and laughed and slowly raised his stinger up to the man and states, "you run I shoot, I die I call more friends over. now, if you value your frankly pitiful life id recommend you give I don't know. ALL YOUR SUPPLIES AND CLOTHES!" he was kidding but currently he was in control.... and he liked it. reaching into his pocket he pulled out a knife and put it threw his left arm sleeve. "QUICKLY BOY"

Jon kept a straight face, not amused by the man's way of talking, and everything about him, actually. Guess a lot of the survivors go mad after everything that happened. Good thing I'm not one of those people.

His mind was racing as he grabbed his backpack from behind him. Though it has been empty for a while, except for his jacket inside, he did it to grab a little more time to think. He tilted his head up, glaring, and threw the bag down in front of him, along with the machete. "Get it, then." He told the man. "It's all yours." He nodded towards his stuff and made a good fake half-smile.

Ky wrapped her arms around her legs and she stared down at her bow. I don't like any of this. Why? She thought. The 25 year old acted and seemed strong for herself because her father was one of the biggest reasons for this apocalypse. She quickly restocked her back with what was left in the grocery store since she was there.

lights his pipe and throws the lit match on the backpack. "have fun boy, i know i will, if you want vengeance or something find me at the school, ill reward your bravery" he leaves the machete there and takes his bayonet back. in his mind he thinks, "right back home to the school"

after walking back to his half working electric bicycle he was on his way to the high school to check on his friends.

when he got to the school he noticed chater coming from inside and saw the back door wide open.... he loaded 2 shots into his shot gun and gave his M9 a new mag. he placed a new stinger in his sleeve (he has like a bag full of them) and unlocked the door to the school dragging his bayonet on the lockers as he walked down the hall, shouting in a mocking fashion "come-out come-out wherever you are?!"

Jon stood there while the man moved. He only watched as his bag lit up on fire and he didn't notice that he was mashing his teeth together again. When the man walked away, Jon scrambled to his burning bag and flipped it with his foot. The flames got smaller, and he stomped his feet on it. When it was extinguished, he checked the content. One jacket burnt black. That fucking guy... He swung the bag away, knowing it was useless. He turned and watched the man get away, probably to the direction of the school he mentioned, and sighed. If Jon attacked, he'd probably be dead. The man was much older and looked stronger. Better to lose a little clothing than a piece of his body. Now all he had was a really long knife, and a little gun with a couple bullets. He had to search for supplies soon.

When there was no more sign of the man, Jon started jogging to the next street, his weapon ready to swing just in case. Then finally, he spotted a good place to look. The doors to the grocery was open, and he didn't hesitate to enter. In his mind, he prayed for it to be filled with food. He slipped out the revolver from his pocket and stepped inside the grocery while he kept it aimed straight ahead. To be sure, he banged the hilt of his knife against the entrance door. The sound echoed around the building, but after a few seconds, nothing came running. Jon headed forward towards the aisles when a moving figure made him jump.

It was the girl from the building, the one with orange hair. She was grabbing food, and hadn't noticed him yet. He pointed his gun for insurance and waited.

Ky froze and turned her head slightly and saw the man. She dropped the can she was holding and her hand inched slowly towards the katana on her side

((im just a boy everyone keeps calling me man lol))

Jon noticed her moving her hand and took a quick glance and realized she was reaching for a katana.

"I won't shoot if you don't try anything either." Despite his encounter with the older man a while ago, he was still able to put on a friendly mood.

"Okay." Ky said softly letting her hand go to rest in front of her. She didn't want to harm anyone especially when she was low on her arrows with only three left in the quiver

Jon nodded and replaced the revolver behind him then looked at her up and down. Grateful that she was decent, he crouched to pick up the can that she dropped. He handed it over and spoke. "Is this where you stay?" He did a quick observation of the empty grocery.

Ky shook her head. "I don't live anywhere. I wander." She muttered looking at him

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lights his pipe and throws the lit match on the backpack. "have fun boy, i know i will, if you want vengeance or something find me at the school, ill reward your bravery" he leaves the machete there and takes his bayonet back. in his mind he thinks, "right back home to the school"after walking back to his half working electric bicycle he was on his way to the high school to check on his friends.when he got to the school he noticed chater coming from inside and saw the back door wide open.... he loaded 2 shots into his shot gun and gave his M9 a new mag. he placed a new stinger in his sleeve (he has like a bag full of them) and unlocked the door to the school dragging his bayonet on the lockers as he walked down the hall, shouting in a mocking fashion "come-out come-out wherever you are?!"

Ashlyn hid, listening for signs of people entering. She heard a man's voice and froze, silently loading her gun. Pressing herself up against the wall, she peeked around the corner and saw a shadow of a body. Stepping out, she fired.

Charles turns around to walk down to corridor again when he hears a gunshot, he curses and swings the shotgun off his back and fires a blind shot down the corridor before pulling his M9 out and firing as he walks down the corridor.

(i realised that if the bullet hit my eye i would be killed instantly so in taking a different approach to this)

He glanced at her and nodded again. He made a few steps around the aisle, just to keep moving.

"What about for the night?" He asked, turning back to her. "It's getting dark, you alone, I guess?"

Ky nodded. "I normally sleep on the roof of a building." She says making the logic choice of where a survivor might hide. She had to keep her secret safe. She couldn't let anyone know that she had the cure.

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(i realised that if the bullet hit my eye i would be killed instantly so in taking a different approach to this)

(Wasn't my intention anyway :P)
Ashlyn swore as the bullet skimmed her head. "What do you want?!" She snapped, taking a stance and searching for any signs of the man approaching. In the darkness, she couldn't see him so had to watch her back.