The sun wasn't quite up yet, the sky was just barely beginning to lighten on the eastern horizon, giving the vaguest hints of pink to the far side of the sky over the mountains. Connor had taken his map and set out six different possible routes to take from here to the Crescent City hospital in case any had been blocked by road traffic or by nature taking back it's hold. He was planning on leaving on foot for the initial journey, as there was a small reserve of gasoline left over, and that was all in reserve for the trailers and the escape cars, in the event of a WCS (Worst Case Scenario), so taking a vehicle to begin with was absolutely out of the question, but if the path in appeared to be clear, and they could find then, they could bring back any vehicles they found to both add to their fleet of escape vehicles, and to bolster their defenses. They could use the cars as extra barricades, or as inner supports to the wooden wall they had surrounding the camp.

He shook himself from those thoughts as he saw DM and Sir walking towards him, the first of the individuals he had called to come with him. He quickly checked his weapons, first touching the knife and checking its slide out of its sheath to make sure it moved fluidly, then testing the hatchet and crow bar. Finally he shifted his weight slightly, feeling the hidden revolver safely stored where he hid it, and then drew and checked the load on his glock, one full clip in the gun, and three full clips in his belt. Finally he swung the shot gun around on its strap checking the eight shells that were already loaded in the magazine, he then checked the chamber shell. The initial loads were all Foster slugs, heavier at the from with hollow backs to highly improve accuracy, along with sixteen buck shot rounds, a bakers dozen of home packed fletchette rounds for lethal purposes. On the non-leathal end of the spectrum he had a hand full of flare rounds, two gas rounds, a couple breaching rounds, two bird bombs, four screechers, a bolo round and another handful of dragons breath round, all neatly ordered and safely secured in his pack. After checking his weapons and ammunition he quickly went through his pack ensuring that all of his gear was were it needed to be.

As DM and Sir saw their CO going through a check of his equipment they did the same. Dwayne quickly checked his weapons quickly, a Heckler and Koch MP5 9mm sub hanging from his left hip served as his small armament and an HK416 served as his main weapon, both of which were lifted from a Swat member who had clocked out early on during the outbreak. Serena was armed with an almost comedic contrast of weapons. Her side arm was a Smith and Wesson J-frame snubbie, which while still firing a .38 special, was one of the smallest handguns Connor had ever seen, but her primary rifle was a Barrett M82 rifle, with the rifle Serena liked to say she could take out an enemy from so far out they would never get to hear the shot that killed them. In addition to their weapons they also checked their packs, each containing items of a similar assortment as Connor's own pack.