Eris threw the door open and started shooting - standard issue Glocks didn't have any sort of safety, making them a perfect point-and-shoot weapon. She aimed for their necks, each round piercing a zombie's throat, severing their spinal cord. She turned, aimed, shot, turn, aimed, shot, taking out every zombie in sight. After firing off 15 rounds, she popped out the empty magazine, pulled a fresh one from her pocket, and resumed shooting.

Kane stared in awe watching Eris work. Her skill with a gun was beyond impressive, she looked like she was barely trying with each shot she took and yet the corpses began to fall. She was artist. Remembering where he was he pulled out his S&W and prepared to shoot just like Eris had showed him. He shot and the bullet caught one zed in the face staggering it a bit he tried again and the next one tore through its throat severing the spine. While was happy that he made the shot he couldn't exactly let up now he ired again and the two bullets caught a zed right in the forehead doing enough damage to the brain to kill it. The Last two shots weren't so lucky both hitting the zed in the chest area. Rather than reload his revolver with the measly two spare bullets he had, he drew his katana and decapitated a zed who had gotten to close.

Drake was in a small boat floating down the Salt River when he was awoken to gunfire in the distance. When he awoke, he found himself beached with a zombie trying to chew off his forearm to no avail. His heavy armor kept him from being injured from radiation, injuries, and minor gunfire. He casually pulled out his custom revolver and popped the creature nearly point blank between the eyes. When he stood up, he felt every last injury that he had acquired in the past 24 hours. When the bandits attacked his settlement, him and a few other men were able to kill the bandits, but after all of that, he was the last one alive. Although heavily injured, he did his best to temporarily patch himself up and scavenge the bandits for ammo and food. he packed a backpack with it and personal supplies before taking a boat out. However, some time later he passed out in the boat, and now he found himself here. He decided to find out where the gunfire was coming from. Undead couldn't shoot so it could only be bandits or other survivors. Either way, he decided to find out.

When he arrived it seemed like they were just finishing up what was left. He was using his large sword in its sheath as a walking stick. He had blood splashed here and there on his armor and a few bullet holes and dents. He didn't have the energy to yell out to them so he made his presence known another way. He drew his revolver and shot the last zombie, clearing its head from its neck. His body has had enough, especially now that he saw that there were other people here. When he took the next step, his body collapsed from under him and he slammed into the ground, still conscious, but unable to move.

the humvee trundled down the road and sped up when it heard gun shots, as it pulled up he climed to the top, "you guys need help?"

Eris pushed through the small gate in the smoking area, running to the collapsed gunman. She slid on her knees, stopping next to his, and looked down at his face. His eyes were open, which was always a good sign. "Are you okay? Sir?" She asked, very clearly.

Drake could see the girl through the eye-holes of his helmet. She seemed to check if he was still conscious before asking if he was okay. He would have chuckled if he could, it was obvious that he wasn't, but he wasn't going to berate her for it.

"Drake.... Morrisson,... c-can I... shelter..here?" he managed between breaths.

Kane moved past Eris and the downed man and started planting his blade through the foreheads of the now re-dead zombies just to make sure they weren't getting back up again. As he looked up from one one of the corpses he saw a guy in a Humvee and judging by his attire and gear, he was probably military. "Little too late for that bit soldier boy."

"Of course," Eris said, reaching down to pull his arm over her shoulder before rising to her feet, supporting Drake. "M'name's Eris," She added as she helped him inside the warehouse. She found an empty mattress, lowered him onto it, then ran off to get the medic kit and some food and water.

Weakly, Drake started to take off the pounds upon pounds of heavy metal plating and chain-mail. Doing so made him feel much better, but he still felt the bullet wound from when a bullet found a spot between the armor and tore through the chain-mail. He laid back down and waited for the Eris's return.

"well then you should of made a bit more noise, now may i park in your warehouse, i am in need of a top up" he climbed up to his turret "and since my gun is bigger and fires faster, the next word youy say should be sir yes sir, right in there sir" he hooked his fingers around the triggers and smiled down

Kane gritted his teeth in anger at the soldier and he couldn't help but grip his katana tighter until his knuckles turned white. The goddamn soldier was threatening him? He'd like to see him make that threat without the big gun to hide behind, he would've hacked his arms off before he'd even squeeze the trigger, but against a gun like that he'd be screwed. "So if I refuse you're just going to shoot me? They teach you that in the army?"

Eris scurried back to Drake's bed, carrying a glass of water, bowl of Kane's chilli, and a large first-aid kit. She set the sustenance within his reach, then said, "I'll patch you up best I can, what's the worst..." She heard arguing coming from the smoking area nearby - the door hadn't closed behind her and Drake - so she absently stood and drifted outside to hear the stranger's threat. Stepping up next to Kane, she tilted her chin and said, "Maybe your gun is bigger, but I'm the fastest shooter in the US - and Mexico. And I never miss. And now there's two of us and one of you, so maybe you'll want to reconsider those last words of yours." Her dark eyes glinted dangerously as she raised an AR-15 high-powered rifle to her shoulder - a gun not even Kane or Marcus had known she had.

"fastest shooter you say? name and rank?" he flicked his turrets shields up and added a slide of mettle to stop bullets from getting in "and this inst a standard issue gun and Jeep, this thing shoots faster, takes more of a beating and fires faster. we also have a AC - 130 Circling my position, you maybe the fatserest shooter but can yo survive our guns?"

"You can't shoot if you have no arms," Eris said calmly. "I can easily arrange for that to happen. Now why don't you climb into your vehicle and get your ass outta here,"

Kane was clearly surprised by Eris' rifle. He was convinced that all they had her glock and his revolver for guns, but he was definitely pleasantly surprised to see it. The man was really starting to test him though and he didn't want to risk Eris in the firefight that was bound to happen. The girl was the best shot they had and the turret shields made the shot much to risky for his taste. "Even you have your bird in the sky, why the hell are you here instead of clearing out the city then?" His grip grew even tighter on the sword as his eyes held a dangerous glint. "You aren't a good man, I can see it in your eyes. If you truly want to fight then perhaps you'd do it without hiding behind your fancy gun."

"well we cant clear the whole city, we have road blocks of tanks down the street and a few check points, im just here to keep idiots like you away from the V.I.P's. now move along and fetch me that fuel" he smiled down on them "and i promise my gun wont spin up on you if you do"

"I'm not getting you anything soldier boy." Kane said with disgust. "Get one of your V.I.P's to do it. Us regular people are struggling to survive ourselves which you people clearly don't give a shit about."

"HOW DARE YOU" he hooked his fingers over the triggers and dropped down starting the engin, the flaps were already down so no bullets could get him, he drove straight into the warehouse and climbed back to the top.

Eris ran after him, very fast despite her small frame, and shot through the back windshield, hitting the guy in the shoulder. Maybe it wouldn't penetrate his armor, but it'd leave a helluva bruise and hopefully lure him out of the car.

((its a upgarded humve, the bullet would barles go through the window)