Evan had finished off what was left in the half empty bottle in his hand. Though he heard screaming, he ignored it for the most part until noticing the rest of what was now his group fleeing from the bar. Instinct told him to hop over the bar, and continue with them, and so he did. One leg quickly stretched over and he vaulted across before dashing towards the exit of the establishment. Outside Evan noticed the carnage left behind by the others, blood smeared from the corpses of the fallen infected. He immediately stayed close to the ground, trying to be as silent as possible, but found it hard with what seemed to be a typically violent group. The pair of spiked brass knuckles were adjusted over Evan's right hand, and he got ready to swing at any given time. Down the alleyway he followed the rest of them, holding in a laugh he felt arise when he watched Jack wield the axe.

"Might be better to lose these guys before we try to take that truck. We don't know if it'll start anyway." Evan spoke as he batted awaya few of the infected trying to grab him, every so often he would swing at a ghoul that got too close, driving his spikes through its brain, leaving shards of the skull that spilled out along the ground.

Jack raised an eyebrow at the remark "Hey if I really wanted to, I would have killed you all by now....maybe not all of you" He replied winking. He ran toward more zombies, bringing the fight to them. He again slashed more zombies, limbs going every direction. He was having such a great time that he did not notice a zombie leap on his back, eager to snack on Jack's neck. Jack fell backward crushing the zombie on the concrete. He rolled and before the zombie got up, arched his battle axe and crushed the zombies head. He took a deep breath, exhausted. After his senses came back he scanned the area "See any vehicles?" he asked catching back up to the group.

Alexi nodded. "Yeah there's a truck up ahead, pass passed that alley." She said, pointing towards the direction of the truck. " We don't know how many zombies are out here so lets stay on our toes."

Damian whistled impressed at the truck. "She's perfect." It wasn't much farther but zombies loved to be unpredictable and show up when you didn't expect them so he was ready. "Well let's go get this done."

A little wary about the truck, Evan had decided it wasn't the best choice to split off fro his current group, especially in this situation. He lobbed his fist towards another zombie that rushed his figure. They're fast.. he thought as the brass knuckles pounded their way through the skull, destroying the brain instantly. Evan kicked over a trash can, causing it to topple along its side, making a small inconvenience for the infected. They weren't very smart, so this may buy the group a little more time. Any other stragglers left behind to chase them would be faced with a small obstacle now.

"So we're just going to run straight out? All right." Evan remained close, waiting for the lead of the rest before running towards the truck.

"Right." Alexi said, darting out of cover into the alley. As she ran past a window, a zombie bashed it out and grabbed Alexi's arm, nearly cutting it off with the broken glass. She creamed in pain and blood ran from the cuts on her face and the gash in her arm that the zombie still had in its grasp. Her arm was cut severely deep causing blood to pour. " Fuck you!" She yelled, stabbing the zombie in its skull and breaking away, continuing with the plan.

Jason Knocked a zombie down with his bat, then stomped its head "fick dich ins knie" and continued running with the group toward the truck shoving another one out of the way with his bat.

"A-are you ok!?"

Janette asked Alexi with a worried face, losing Alexi now would screw up all the plan as Alexi was the only one who could lock-pick the door of the truck, but more importantly the doors of the police department.
Once the group reached the truck Janette prepared to defend the area with her knife.

"Stay close and keep your eyes wide open!"

Jack walked up shoulder to shoulder to Janette "Is this close enough" He asked whispering. He stared at her from the side, ignoring some of the zombies. He looked down at her knife "Uh unless were cutting carrots, that does not look like it will do much" He said snickering.

Alexi was on her knees holding her wound. "Just get me to the truck," she said, handing her pipe to Janette "It works better than that knife, now help me up so we can get to that truck." She said, losing a good amount of blood.

"You really know how to be a jerk..."
Janette said angrily to Jack, then looked at Alexi and calmed down a bit.
"Holy crap I forgot...!"
She took the iron pipe and then escorted the girl.

"I'll heal that wound once we get to the police department"

Damian fired twice at the zombies on his right. The first shot hit its target right in the forehead and exploded the undead's brain out the back of its skull. The second wasn't so great hitting the zombie in the neck and only staggering it slightly before it lunged at him. He grappled with it for a few minutes before grabbing his glock like by the barrel and bashing it into the zombies skull like a makeshift hammer. He pushed the corpse off of him in disgust and ran over to the others at the truck noticing the wounded Alexi. "Shit. You don't look so hot, you sure you can still handle this?" The wounds looked bad and the truck wasn't really worth dying over. "We still have time to fight our way back to the bar if you can't."

Jack raised an eyebrow and laughed, patting Janette on the back "I'm just yanking your chain, didn't mean to make you made" he said as he followed her and the injured girl to the truck. "So were going to the Police Department?" He asked.

Evan noticed the others in the group rushing for the truck, though he didn't think it was a very good idea, he did the same. Trying to avoid to the zombies, not to get caught in a jam, he ran through, weaving amongst those in the crowd before finally reaching his destination. HIs weapon was only close range, unless he could find something else laying around, but the stones on the side of the road wouldn't do him any better than what he had now. Immediately arriving on scene, he noticed one woman in particular had an open wound.

"Apply pressure to the wound. I uh.. really don't think we have time for this. Let's head to the Police Station." His gaze kept on the approaching ghouls.

getting to the truck and seeing that Alexi was wounded, Jason turned seeing the zombies shuffling towards them "we gotta get this thing started quick" he looked in the truck's window to make sure there wasn't a zombie inside.

"I said get me to that truck dammit!" Alexi yelled. "No need to stall now." She held her arm, starting to feel dizzy. "Get me over there before everything gets blurry, we'll worry about the wounds in the truck."

"Fine lady if your sure. We need to hurry though." Damian looked around at the zombies starting to come because of the noise. "Hey you!" He addressed Evan hastily. "You know how to use one of these?" He said presenting his Glock. Once he started hotwiring the truck he wouldn't be able to use it, and he'd feel much better with someone else using it to cover him while he did anyway. Not waiting for an answer he pushed the gun into Exan's hands."Here she's got four shots left. Make sure you only use them when you need to."He then diverted his attention back to Alexi and the truck.
"If you're going to open this thing you need to do it now lady. If you need me to do anything tell me."

Jack stood outside the truck watching this girl about to die. With that wound she will. He had no connection with her whatsoever, but knew that they would probably need her, with her skills. He scourged around the truck, looking for the obvious. He pulled the sun blocker thing down above the drives seat and a set of keys fell onto the seat. He chuckled and grabbed them, holding them out dangling. "Hey, this would probably be of use?" He said, tossing them to Evan. "I do not want to drive" He said sternly

"let me concentrate. "Alexi said, pulling her lock-pick from her pocket. She began picking attempting to pick the lock. "Come the fuck on." She said, seeming to struggle with the lock, she then gave it a quick turn and the door clicked. "Got it, now lets go."

"Great!"
Janette pulled the door as if she was trying to rip it off, then helped the wounded Alexi get inside the truck.

"Hey Damian it's time for you to do your magic!"
After getting Alexi inside the truck she continued guarding the truck with the iron pipe in hand.