[hider=Scenario #3]
[b]Scenario:[/b] [url=https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@41.899894,-88.0159046,238m/data=!3m1!1e3]East Sunset Avenue[/url]
[b]Scenario Type:[/b] Open
[b]Scenario Post Frequency: [/b] At least 1 per 48 hours, or I ask for GM’s approval on DayZing your char ‘n looting his/her stuff. 
[b]Max Players:[/b] 3
[b]Current Players:[/b] SyrianHamster, Dragonbud
[b]Loot Level:[/b] Moderate
[b]Walker Density:[/b] Heavy.
[b]Bandits:[/b] Possible.[/hider]

[hider=Hannah’s Group]
[b]Members:[/b] Hannah Banks, Camellia Morgan, [s]Woodrow Hepburn[/s], Oskar Rennold. 
[b]Weapon Pool:[/b] M14 (1 x 11), M4A1 CQCR (1 x 30), Winchester Model 70 (x20), Heavy Duty Tyre Wrench
[b]Equipment Pool:[/b] Apache helmet, military radio, 2 x can of baked beans, box of stale bran flakes, map of Chicago, protein mix, car battery.
[b]Location:[/b]CDC Safe Zone[/hider]

Oskar finally freed his rifle from its entanglement, and was about to move on over to the church when he felt a hand clasp tightly on his shoulder. He turned, his heart skipping several highly charged beats, and stared stupidly into his own reflection. His brain quickly caught up to events, and he realised it was the large visor of Hannah's flight helmet.

"Go back to sorting out the car, I got this," she said quietly. 

"But the zombies!" He sputtered. 

"They'll get here when they get here, my thirty rounds wont count for shit, now hussle up," she retorted, and moved on towards the church. 

She stopped when she stood over Kylie, and gave a long approving look at the slain walker at the girl's feet. Hannah could tell Kylie was in shock, and moments away from being an ineffective team asset. With this in mind, she grabbed the girl and gave her a hard shake. 

"It didn't get you, that's all you need to think about," she said, with quiet firmness. "Learn from this. Always check your AO for hidden hostiles before dropping your guard. Dwelling on what may of been wont help, understood, soldier?" 

Meanwhile, Oskar had finished putting on the HUMVEE's spare tyre, and was in the process of hooking up the battery. He hoped the thing was charged, and that it had a high enough voltage to power the vehicle - otherwise they were screwed. Camellia held the answers as to where the thing came from, and how she'd found it, but she didn't seem much in the mood for talking. 

Clipping the terminals into place, he looked down at her, "Cam, where'd you get this anyway?"

She ignored him, and stared vacantly at the ground. Her chest's heaving rhythm had slowed to a slight murmur. After a few seconds, she looked up at him; he noted her pale face and darkening eyes. Time was rapidly evaporating for her. 

"Cam, where'd this battery come from?" He asked again, trying to keep his voice controlled as the moans of the approaching herd started to break 70 decibels. 

"Was on a work bench in a garage," she whispered faintly, "plugged in to some generator. Generator was off. Battery was warm."

Oskar's first thoughts to this were: FUCK, we've just stolen something from someone who's alive. His second thoughts were: FUCK, what if they want it back? 

"Did you see anyone around, apart from the walkers?" He asked next, standing back from the now attached battery. 

She shook her head. 

Good enough for him. "Alright, we're ready, let's go!" He shouted off towards the church, before pulling open the driver side door and getting himself seated. 

"Leavin' me huh? Smart." He heard Camellia say, with a hint of a chuckle following her words. 

He sighed, and climbed back out of the vehicle. "Sorry Cam, I was too eager."