"Sounds smart," Jon muttered. "It's a bit scary though, being outside. They're there...the zombies."

He went back to the girl and tilted his head to the right. "I forgot, I'm Jon, by the way." He held out his hand for her to shake.

"COME MY PRETTY ONE! DON'T BE AFRAID!" he picks up his place after refilling his M9, "i just want to talk" he breaks into a sprint lighting a flare as he goes.

( he is like a millilitre Doc so will have access to some different stuff, but im not using any flame-throwers or grenade launchers and if i do i will find them and will be a one use sort of thing.)

Andre said
"Sounds smart," Jon muttered. "It's a bit scary though, being outside. They're there...the zombies."He went back to the girl and tilted his head to the right. "I forgot, I'm Jon, by the way." He held out his hand for her to shake.

"I'm Ky. I call the zombies sharks. Makes them seem less dangerous to me since they cause about the same amount of harm that a shark can cause." Ky said shaking his hand

Ashlyn shrugged. If he was telling the truth, she wouldn't be alone. If he was lying...well, she was going to die anyway, one way or another. She walked in the direction of the flare, knife in hand.

Charles reloads his shot gun and preaperes to shoot, he will call some zombies in if he has to if she is alone. he know that this will be easy as the person had abysmal aim, after running for a couple of seconds he realises that he needs a friend to talk to and to help watch his back. he whispers to himself "if i die, ill die trying to make a friend". "IF YOUR FRIENDLY FIRE SHOUT OUT" he has his shotgun at the end off his one spare hand just in case.

Jon gently pulled his hand away, and then raised one eyebrow at her statement.

"Sharks, huh?" He shook his head in disagreement. He whispered, "They're worse, that's what I think."

Andre said
Jon gently pulled his hand away, and then raised one eyebrow at her statement."Sharks, huh?" He shook his head in disagreement. He whispered, "They're worse, that's what I think."

"Best thing I could come up with. When you think about it they're kinda like sharks in some ways." Ky said

Ky saw the small girl and she froze. She wasn't going to waste one of her precious arrows on a little girl.

(OOC: Cy was already in the room with them, hiding)

Cyrus holstered his weapon, "I would feel safer with it out. But I'm a pretty trustful guy" and he could draw it fairly fast). He wondered what they would say. But hell, he barely knew them. "By the way, I'm Cyrus, but you can call me Bane if you want." Cy turned his back to check the wire. "Did you clear this room? I have been in here yet. I have been sleeping on the roof and eating from the cafeteria."

Lillah's muscles relaxed as the young man slipped the gun away. She glanced back at Steph, looking to her for a moment as he claimed to be trustful to silently express her doubt. It was hard to trust someone who sneaks up on you only to point a gun at your face. She scares like a cat. He clearly doesn't, she thought--partly to justify Steph doing nearly the same thing. She turned her attention back on the stranger.

"Yeah, we cleared the room. Didn't find anything," Lillah replied quickly. "But you making your home here would explain the lack of food. Is there any left?" she asked curiously to change the subject.

Charles unable to find the shooter turns back to bang on more lockers, "come out come out where ever you are?!" he walks down checking doors and windows until he gets to the cafeteria's kitchen door. its locked and barred, he pulls out a screwdriver and a file and forces the lock, after a minute the door swing open slowly and he pulls his bag in with him.

he has reached his shelter for the day, one off three in the town. he sits down and tries to recall his life before this happened... he remembers the awkward Christmas dinners and holidays with his family.. "what were there names?" he whispers to himself, "Philip? was it Philip who was my son?" he cannot remember, he recalls the train crash and the mysterious man who pulled him out, he remember the screams and crys of the burning men running from the petrol station. and worse of all

he remember killing his son.

he collapses onto the floor and uses his feet to push himself to the counters wall, he puts his head in-between his legs and crys. he crys for the bad hes done. he crys for his life. and he crys for the pain of existence.

he reaches over and picks up his M9 and places it on his head and prepares to pull the trigar.... that's when he heard the voices

the voices came from somewhere in the school and seemed to be talking about making tracks to the country, they clearly weren't aware of the train wreck that was causing the mass flux of zombies over there. he laid he shot gun next to him and re loaded it for the forth time today, the first box was nearly all gone but he still had a few more boxes left for the long run.
his mind then shifted to who the other two voices belonged to, they sound as if they were from some ladies but no lady could make it this far without a man to help.

after a while he decided to investigate them, he picked up his shotgun and M9, grabbed a handful of shells, walked to the door, and started a walk to the area of voices. praying they would be nice to him in his hour of change.

(vwarla my best work yet)

Steph glanced as the weapon was holstered, no doubt he could un-holster it before Steph could un-holster hers, but it was still better.
"I like the idea.... but im not sure if we can just go ahead and trust you..... we can see what happens though I guess..."
Steph turned to lillah to see how she felt about the situation.
Steph began to think that maybe she should just leave when they are both asleep... but if what the man said was true then she would need help getting to the countryside.
Gunshots could be heard in the distance but Steph didn't take note, there where always someone firing off a few rounds.

Charles starts to walk along the corridor with his torch shining down, kissing locker and door alike, he walks south towards the admin offices and towards the medical room and student office. he reaches the office's sliding window and hops it taking cover behind it to hear the voices are significantly louder ad seem to be just a matter of meters away, he steals a peak round the corner to see two lady behind a wire grate with medics behind them with a man talking. the man puts his gun back into his holster, and one of the girls states "I like the idea.... but im not sure if we can just go ahead and trust you..... we can see what happens though I guess..." she looks to her companion, properly asking what she thought about the idea. he stays where he is and realises that they are thinking of moving to the countryside, he knows he could simply run in, kill the man and maybe the girls if they cant pay.

or he could try to make friends with them but them he may die for his troubles.

or he could release some zombies in then save them,

he liked the first and third options.

Jon shook his head, frowning. Then suddenly, he noticed Ky look at something behind him. He immediately turned around to see the little girl. When he saw what she was holding, he took a deep breath. It was disturbing to see a kid with a gun.

He scrunched his eyebrows together and gazed down at her. He kept his voice calm to avoid alarming her. "Hey, put that down. Where's your parents?"

Ky watched the girl. She had gone silent. Her two strawberry orange curly pigtails brushed her jacket shoulders.

"We won't hurt you." Ky said taking off her quiver and pushing it away from her along with her bow and katana. "I'm Ky. What's your name?"

"Dead," Jon answered the little girl's question with a mutter.

"She's right, see.." He put the knife away to his side and kept the revolver in his back pocket.