The walkers slowly advance on the room as they sprint to the cabin, the cabin in is at the other end of the field and has forests behind it, behind the group are 6 walkers, all shambling along after them.

The field is littered with autumn leaves from the trees, which let the group know where the walkers are, unfortunatley it also lets the walkers know where the group are.

What will your character do?

Luscious wandered tiredly through the wooden forest the sound of his feet raking through the leaves was the only thing you heard. Looking out in the distance he only saw more trees. He then climbed up a nearby tree. hoping to get a better view. Sitting on the biggest branch He looked out in the distance only to see walkers and more trees. "Well I might as well get some rest up here." he thought closing his eyes still listening to his surrounding.

A single walker was under the tree where Luscious was, scraping against the bottom of it, if Luscious wasn't careful, this walker might alert more, and then he would be trapped.

Thomas rammed his axe into the lurker's head with a routine movement, and started awkwardly running towards the cabin in the distance. It was such a hassle that his car decided to break down in the middle of the fucking forest, but he was no mechanic. Ofcourse the walking bastards had been attracted by the dying screams of the engine, and he needed a place where he could take them down one by one, where he wouldn't be disadvantaged by his handicap.That was when he saw the cabin in the woods. The backpack on his shoulders weighing him down he ignored most of the walkers, choosing to avoid them rather than to engage. 'twere some stringy bastards, and it was too easy to lose his axe to one should he stumble, be it due to his leg or due to the crawler.

Alistair gave a lengthy sigh while stamping towards what appeared to be a cabin, the place had quite a large amount of hazards, though they could probably be contained. A cabin... Huh, seems like a good place to stay, anything is better than the outside I suppose though... A little tear of sweat splashed down his forehead, this was neither because he was exhausted nor stressed, just that he suddenly realized the surrounding threats, as he would try to avoid them. So, intending to keep as quiet as possible, he forced his lungs to keep breathing to a minimum.

A small cluster of walkers are moving to the cabin, around 6 of them. One of them is missing an arm, and another one is missing a jaw, finally another one is missing both eyes. One of them is carrying a large backpack with supplies in, which is making it move slower.

(fyi i decide what's in the bag)

Thomas finally made his way towards the small wooden log cabin, that looked as if it had been deserted for quite some time before the walkers appeared. Probably used by hunters or locals for stuff. Or something. Discarding the thoughts he tried the door, hoping it'd be unlocked, which it was not ofcourse. Trying some more force to see if it wasn't just rusted he glanced backwards to see a rather large group of zombies approaching, larger than he could have aroused himself. Upon a second glance he noticed someone comnig this way that looked remarkably alive. The guy approaching him looked pretty young, young enough to be his son. As his thoughts moved to darker subjects he distracted himself with the issue of the locked cabin, but the solution was nearby. Judging at the entire thing it was pretty old, and he hoped that the lock inside would be comparably old. Just like himself, he added in his thoughts, but he didn't really spend his time thinking about it as he rammed his foot against the door untill the lock gave away with a surpisingly soft Click!

Once inside he saw dust and darkness, but as he got used to the light he noticed some drawers filled with empty cans and the remains of a cot. Not too shabby, he mused as he turned in the door opening to see the youngster approaching, summoning more walkers, much to Thomas' distaste.

Jen firmly held her axe, she grabbed a walker and pulled it into the woods. She cut off his head and opened his stomach. She rubbed the guts on her vest and stood up. She then started walking slowly thourgh the horde. She then walked into the cabin.

As Jen walked into the cabin, a walker without a jaw grabbed onto her leg and pulled her down, it was going to bite her, but it would be harder to do since it had to push it up to its upper jaw to break the skin, on the walkers back is a small backpack. Since Jen had neglected to smear the guts on her legs, the walker recognized her as human.

(( Here's where you could do whatever you want, but there are things that might be better than others, you could try and axe the walker in the head, but it might get stuck, you could try and chop the walker's arm off, but it would still be alive, or you could call for help. You don't have to do any of those choices, but please be realistic.))

He was surprised when the walkers approached to see them attack eachother. A jawless walker had pinned down a fresh one ad tried to bite it, attracting the attention of the five others that were the closest, who suddenly saw the fresh one as prey too. After taking a second and more precise look he realized that this 'fresh walker' was in fact another living human being, who had smeared herself full with walker juice and had acted to be one of them. Apparently not with much succes. The boy in the distance was still on his way towards the cabin, and it seemed that he was the only one nearby to help.

"Hang on lass." He grunted while dragging the heavy jawless one off of the girl and planting his axe in the back of its head, shoving the first appraching one into another one, before offering his arm. "You smell like bottled puke." He added with a glaring lack of appreciation as he gestured her to hurry up.

Jen stood up. "Lets go." She said.

Patrick walks through the forest with his axe and machete out. He cracks his neck as he sees a man and a woman with guts on them. He takes out a few walkers with his axe and machete. A head of a walker was stuck on the axe blade. Patrick looked at his and chuckles as he kicks it off and walks over to the two people.

A seemily dead walker on the floor, with only one hand and no leg has managed to reach up to Patrick's arm, pulling it down to it's jaw, this walker is wearing a large coat with what looks to be supplies in its pockets.

~~accidentalpost~~

Patrick smiles at the walker and takes his machete and cleave sits arm off. He takes the arm and beats the walkers head in with its own arm and finally cuts the head off with the machete. He looks in the bad and sighs in relief when he sees what he found.

A walker latched on to Alistair's leg, knocking him over. This walker looks to be quite fat, with bloated arms, on its back is a backpack, which looks almost empty.

Within the backpack Patrick found there was: A screwdriver, a nail file and an empty water bottle.

Alistair was tiptoeing along before he felt a grip on his leg, his eyes quickly dotted down as he saw a walker! He gripped onto his knife, before flinging it out of his pocket, nearly dropping it to the floor. But, by the time he had drew it, he had no time to counter-attack as the walker quickly drew him to the ground. Alistair began an attempted string of kicks, while yelling something along the lines of "Off my leg!" repeatedly. As all the kicks only slowed it down, he thrust the knife through a part of its skull. While this didn't kill it it led to a temporary startle, enough for Alistair to kick it off with his other leg.

Luscious then woke up abruptly looking down at the walker clawing at the tree. With ease he aimed his bow down equipped with an arrow and shot the walker right between the eyes. He watched as the walker hit the ground landing in a big thud. Jumping down he pulled out the arrow from the walker's skull and gave one final stomp to the walker head. Looking out in the distance he saw a figure vaguely in the distance. Cautiously he started to trek towards the figure; bow sheathed.