"Charlie, pleasure to meet you Tomlin." She nodded her head and flashed a smile at him before adjusting the strap of her bag. "Now, I suggest we get a move on it quick. The more time we waste, the more lives at stake." She nodded to Danielle, Tomlin and Miyka, gesturing them to follow her to the truck. "I'll follow you, so lead the way." Charlie spoke to the rest of the group as she exited the building, heading towards the truck.

About a week ago

“What’s wrong with you?”, Harley asked, her eyes narrowed as Hank drew closer to her. Blood dribbled from his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot and whitened, and he staggered and snarled across the room. Taking in more of his state, Harley’s breathing picked up, “Hey, dude…Stay back. Hank! Stay back!”

As she cried out to him, he seemed to snarl louder, and to stagger a bit faster, reaching out toward her. His fingers touched her white shirt, smearing blood across them, and for the first time, it became evident he was really hurt. His reaching caused the wound on his neck to spurt blood all over the sterile floor, and Harley’s shoes.

“HANK! Please…just…go back to your room! NO!”, she cried out as more of the blood spurted over her shirt and his mouth drew close to her throat. A gunshot rang out, causing her to scream and cover her ears. Cold liquid splattered her face and neck, and with a loud ‘thud’ Hank fell to the floor, “NO! Hank…no…”

Ignoring her sobs, Hayden’s hand wrapped around her bandaged wrist, and dragged her toward him. She fought, grabbing at Hank’s bloody shirt, unable to even form coherent words.

“Get off of me! How could you?! N-no…”, she sobbed once more, only to be ripped from the floor and into Hayden’s chest, her nose pressing into his uniform.

“We have to go.”, he whispered, running his fingers through her hair, “Harley…we have to get out of here. They’re killing everyone.”

“Wh-who is killing them?”

“The sick ones. Hank…I watched him get his throat ripped out. He…I can’t explain how he walked away but he was going to kill you. Do you understand that?”, Hayden stuttered.

“No. He would never…”

“He’s sick! He was…infected with something. It’s like rabies or something.”, Hayden attempted to explain, as he stepped back from her, his hand still wrapped around her waist, and stared out the window of the room. Once a couple of the infected had walked past, Hayden took a deep breath and dragged Harley out the door, her eyes not leaving Hank until she could no longer see his body.

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Present Day

Once again being shaken from her thoughts, Harley shook her head and stared at Hayden’s face.

“Sound good?”, he asked, as they approached the main building of the lodge. The lights were off, and the building looked pretty deserted. There were no infected folks to be seen around, which was odd, but they began staring into the windows carefully.

“I don’t know if I want to do this. I mean…can’t we just go see if any of the cabins are empty?”, Harley whispered, as Hayden plastered his face against yet another window, staring inside at the emptiness.

“No. If the owners are here, they might have food or something. They might let us stay.”, he explained, shaking his head. As they reached the door, Hayden placed his hand on the knob and began to turn it slowly, not exactly sure what to expect on the other side…

(I’m leaving this off here for Shelton, when he returns)

After Wayne took his finger away from the map, Yuri presented the rough location on the map to the survivors once more.

"Around here."

Folding the map and putting it in the left read pocket of his jeans, Yuri ran up to the table where he put his jacket and the kukri. Grabbing the jacket with his left hand and the machete with the right, Yuri turned to Ishmael and the kids.

"You three should get into the van!"

Running through the door, Yuri decided to go with Wayne.

It was already known that the horde would come to the pit stop. What surprised him was that while most of the horde was moving slowly and was still at a pretty reasonable distance away, they began picking up their speed - up to a jogging pace (Reference: Episode 102 "Guts").

"Oни могут бежать?!?"

Opening the passenger's door to Wayne's truck, Yuri threw his green jacket on the seat. Slinging the kukri on his right shoulder and holding his left palm around his chest, Yuri yelled at the cabin:

"HURRY THE HELL UP!!! THEY ARE GETTING CLOSER!!!"

He was waiting for the drivers to get in their cars and was trying to buy them some time. One or two of the faster ones, maybe more, Yuri could handle on his own, since he already knew you had to aim for the head to kill them and the gurkha knife was known to do some serious damage, but there was no point in poking the devil with a stick.

Once Wayne could start the engine of his truck, Yuri got back into the car.

Aki followed them silently. "I'm Akiiamia." She said finally introducing herself to everyone else, well besides Tom.

((I think I put the right name....))

Charles looked around his car as it started to lose traction on the road and slip into a ditch. the car turned over and was rocking. he unclipped the seatbelt and dropped onto his head. he dragged himself out the door. and pushed the car onto his feet.

Popping the boot he dragged out his weaponry bag and started walking towards the lodge he rented out last year for this day! no one was going to take his lodge. not today. he got to the door and unlocked it. to his supprise it was full of yanks all trying to get along. he stood there staring at them.

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Charles looked around his car as it started to lose traction on the road and slip into a ditch. the car turned over and was rocking. he unclipped the seatbelt and dropped onto his head. he dragged himself out the door. and pushed the car onto his feet.Popping the boot he dragged out his weaponry bag and started walking towards the lodge he rented out last year for this day! no one was going to take his lodge. not today. he got to the door and unlocked it. to his supprise it was full of yanks all trying to get along. he stood there staring at them.

ooc: We were talking about a resting lodge man.

Denny made her way back to the truck with Tomlin and the lad with the swords, picking up her pace as she heard the hoard quickly approach in the distance. She slammed the door and looked back at the group of the sick, now upon them, everyone seemed to be getting away...

...except...

The little girl. Danielle couldn't act fast enough. She could barely process it. But within seconds the crowd of sick undead cannibals was upon her small form, the already bloody red teeth tore into the young girl's flesh with a sick squelch. The moans of the putrid turned, drowning out her futile screams-- she couldn't even do that for long, they tore at her throat, they turned the small body of the innocent girl into a pile of meat and blood within seconds.

Denny wanted to help. She wanted to look away. She didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she had to do something. Tears in her eyes, she raised her gun and fired several shots into the crowd, it was too late. She knew it was, she was probably doing more harm than good with her potshots. But to see more death, so graphically and violently, again, happening to someone so young. She lost a part of herself as she watched the young girl die.

Opening the door, she dropped the gun to the asphalt and retched. After a few seconds, she got up, and wiping a few tears away from her eyes, weakly called over to Charlie, "C-Charlie! We have to get out of here!"