@noxlux

Isaac heard a voice behind the door and he was damned if he was going to let another human flip onto the 'dark side'. Slicing through as much as he could, throwing what he couldn’t down the stairs, Isaac cleared the door way after a minute of gruelling work, his hands covered in cuts and splinters. Trying the door, it was locked. Just his luck.

"Get away from the door!" he yelled - through the thick wooden sheet that stood between him and a life.
Running up the stairs he jumped from the top and onto the small bar below the level above and swung his legs forward, letting his body follow. The door collapsed under his weight after his feet pushed it half open over the lock. Landing on top of the door, he looked at the woman with her pistol in her hand and noticed she had just dropped an empty mag.

"Reload." he said.

Pulling one of the tables from the other side of the door at the bottom of the stairs, he blocked the dusty hallways up as best he could against the gang of perhaps a dozen or more walkers making their way toward the two of them. Kneeling on his good knee, he readied his rifle and aimed - fired. Pulling the bolt back and seeing the case fly onto the floor he fired in the walkers again.

He heard the click of a reloading pistol, and continued to shoot. In tandem the two survivors shot into the dead that walked unflinchingly towards them, knocking them down as they came. And that’s all they seemed to do, keep coming.

@themadhatter420@Error
Hunter gripped the rifle, it was the first time he held an assault rifle like weapon in a while. "Okay get ready." He propped himself next to the doorway rifle ready. Even though he was familiar with rifles like these this was... different, This Rifle was longer then an M4, and felt balanced differently, Though it would get the job done here.

Hunter put a round int he chamber and Quickly pointed the rifle out the doorway. "Go Go GO!" He would keep his sights moving and get ready to fire on anything or anyone that moved.

@Remipa Awesome@themadhatter420
He did nothing, moved in no way and watched the fliped car. until they moved he was goi ng to do nothing

@Pripovednik

Ella jumped back in surprise when the door came crashing down, along with a guy who quickly got up. She looked at him for a second before she turned back to face the walkers. She aimed, and fired. She had to be more careful with the bullets she had left, not one could go to waste. Yet she knew, that no matter if she killed at every shot, there were simply not enough bullets to take them all down.

Six bullets left. Ella fired.
Five bullets left. One walker fell.
Four left. Another on fell.
Three.
Two.

Ella looked over at the guy next to her. He had been barricaded behind a door, yet he had broken it down to help her. It had been months since she had gotten any help from a living human, and several weeks since she had seen one alive. Now she had to make sure that they got out of there.

"I'm out!" Ella said as she fired one last time. "We need to get out of here."

@Remipa Awesome@Error

Ashley pops up running straight for her bike zig-zag'ing through the broke down cars. She kept looking for someone to come out from cover hovering over her hand gun holster and bat. She made it to her bike hiding behind the front two tires hoping that nothing bad would come from the unknown shooter.

@themadhatter420Following her slowly, he lines his sights up. However he wont waste a bullet on her running. SO! He lines the shot up, aiming at the back tyre. Sowly sqeezing the trigger he fired a round into the wheel, the wheel exploded in a blaze of glory. Moving back ino his hiding space he leave the window

@noxlux

"Go! I've got this."

Pushing her behind him, Isaac threw his gun over his shoulder and pulled out his blade. No he wasn't stupid, he knew he couldn't take them on without risking a bite. He also knew that while they were dead and had nothing human about them bar their general figure, they still kept their eyes, and no one likes bright lights straight into the retina.

Taking his torch of his hip he lifted it up to eye height and began flashing it on and off in the walkers faces, at first they didn't seem to be affected but then when they reached the point in which they thought Isaac was, when in fact he was moving back as they came, they began to slow their pace and became confused. This was his chance. Jumping forward Isaac kicked the first walker in the knee and it toppled over onto its front. The next kick was delivered straight into the bloodied torso of a young women no, walker.

A few slashes and stabs here and there and he had piled up enough to hinder the rest, at least until he and the woman could escape.

"Go! Go!" He yelled - searching for a way out, a door maybe?

Bringing his rifle back around and into his hands, pulling the bolt and hearing his last round click into place, he saw a door that had light coming from beneath it. The electric was out, so that meant sunlight.

Which meant an exit.

"Through here." He said quickly, sidestepping into the room hastily.

@Pripovednik

Ella looked at the guy with big eyes, somewhat taken aback by his choice of tactics in a situation like this. Yet, she wasn't completely surprised, she had seen an awfully lot of things that would have seemed both extremely reckless and impossible before the outbreak. Nowadays, nothing seemed impossible.

Ella was brought back from her thoughts by the guy telling her to go, which she gladly did. She quickly followed the guy through a door, and found herself in a much lighter room, lit by sunlight.

Ella locker the door before she slid down to the floor, taking a few deep breaths. She could feel her heart beat slowing down, and the adrenaline fading. Then she looked over to the guy.
"Hey," she said. "Thank you."

@noxlux

"No problem" Isaac said, gasping for breath as he himself sat on the bed in the corner of the room, it had been a child's, but they were long since gone. "I'm Isaac." He threw the statement out, just so she at least knew who he was. Finding the energy, he stood slowly and went over to the corner of the room - which was completely lacking in a wall of any kind. The hole opened out on the street and the sun beat down through the room, it was a long way to down.

Maybe some of the material scattered around the room could help somehow, the bed could hold there weight - if it was wedged into the right space. With this thought in his head Isaac began to collect the various clothing and sheets that lay around the room, with a crude escape plan growing in his mind.

The night-journey across the rail-cut was with fraught-nerves and tense muscles as her cautiously led the horse and carriage alongside the rails; he knew better than to order the horse to walk blindly down the trail, even though its large eyes could see quite well in the dark, it very much did not like the place it was being led through. At every twig snapping, the pair of heads jerked in this or that direction, straining their eyes to make-out the cause, listening and feeling for any reaction from their partner to cue a fight or flight...

Beyond the dangerous-ground came an intersection, upon which sat an old but still functional feed-mill and granary with a good collection of garage-bays for in-house maintenance. Taking shelter inside one as it started to rain seemed prudent, and William went through the tired but completely necessary motions of checking the interior out.

Aside from the squatter's camp at the airfield, Cleveland appeared to be largely deserted. A FEMA-tag on the granary's door indicated they forced the evacuation of five living individuals over six months ago; tools laid where they were from the time of evacuation, suggesting raiders had largely overlooked this place. So the grain-silos were likely still pretty full...

After a slightly better slumber for horse and rider in some old hay, William loaded about six sacks of feed and oats into the carriage and decided to travel a bit further into town, maybe find a boat.

The daylight stroll further up north along the rails was somewhat more casual, as the trail opened-up a bit as it passed near the international airport, and didn't really see any signs of chaos until he came near the Olmstead Falls Fire Department, where he saw a pile-up on the Ohio-Turnpike and could smell the stench of a late-stage police-roadblock doing its thing to make a stand and slow the spread of infected with what was on-hand... many rotters lay here... some not so dead as William would've liked, but for the most part so badly crippled to be a non-threat.

Up further ahead came the source of the early mob... the commercial district... He took a detour at Bagley-street to check-over a CVS Pharmacy... nothing much worth taking besides some prescription beta-blockers with warning-labels indicating things like an increased likelihood of sudden cardiac/respiratory failure and erectile dysfunction, the sort of things people who didn't need the drug probably would step away from without looking back. He knew that risking his neck for such drugs was a gamble of a gamble, that even if he won would only hold him over for a few more months... but nearly any alternative was better than letting himself become a liability in this world. He put two drops into each of his eyes without hesitation and continued back towards the safety of the now-uncongested rail-lines that created the border between suburbia and Cleveland's largest airport. A quick glance down each street he came to confirmed these places were evacuated, just some stray rovers and mounds of cripples to look-out for...



That happened under the interstate-71 overpass, where he heard something thrashing in the nearby creek... rotters usually go dormant when left alone, so that meant something bumped past this poor sod not too long ago. Likely someone driving a big loud truck on the freeway trying to get around the traffic-congestion. This meant the rotters were now actively searching for prey, but also that he was unlikely to get spooked by any sleepers anymore.

He hopped into the carriage and fetched the Mosin, making sure to top-off the 5th round, but not closing the bolt. Lack of a definite easy-to-use safety either meant he would run with 4 in the mag and an empty (closed) chamber, or 5 in the mag and an open chamber.

Then he heard shots fired up ahead, about one or two miles, several different calibers, but he knew he was walking straight for it, whatever it was. The horse was now getting twitchy... Thankfully, there was an indoor bike-park to hide his equine companion-inside while daddy took care of some business up the rails a bit. A quick check by yelling at the interior of the building confirmed that nobody in their right mind bothered to hold-out here. He failed to notice a bike was missing.

On his belt was about 60 rounds of ammunition (45 rds on stripper-clips), his buttstock held 10, and 5 in the mag plus a loose stripper-clip in his pocket.

@Error@themadhatter420
Hunter barely noticed the muzzle flash, he turned the AR-1 and started to lay down suppression fire, firing one shot at a time. Was that there ride that was hit? he didn't know, but he knew the shooter knew where he was at least. After firing about 10 rounds he ran over to Ashley rifle still in hands. "Any ideas?" He would say as he passed her the rifle, and drew out his compact shotgun.

"I have one idea if you're up for it, You keep his attention drawn, and I'll flank him and kick his ass. If you have a better idea let me know, Running isn't my strong suit." He pumped the shotgun, either way he was going to have to use it soon.

@Pripovednik

"I'm Ella" Ella said, her eyes following Isaac as he walked over to the hole in the wall. She could almost see a plan form in his mind. A plan, she was sure, would include that hole.
"How far up are we?" Ella asked, but stood up and walked over to the hole herself. They were high enough for a jump to cause some very serious damage, most likely death.
Looks like fun, she thought as a cool breeze swept through the room.
"What do you need?"

@Remipa Awesome@Error

Ashley screamed as her back tire exploded. "Oh hell no! You trashed my fucking bike you pyscho!" She screamed out to the shooter standing up with her 9mm. She was not thinking clearly. She wanted to see if there was any movement as she than ran back to Hunter as he began firing. "Don't blow all my ammo dude. Only have so much to last." She said as she got back to him. "We need a new plan and now I don't want to be friendly about it." She said in a stern voice.

Xander rumbled down the dirt road. He usually took dirt roads. They were more deserted and only had one to two walkers on them a day. Yeah he got lost a lot and had to back track, but it beat having to out run the rotters. His truck quickly trundled down the road, away from civilizations and the swarms of the dead beasts. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, exhausted. He hadn't slept well in a year. Since this damn outbreak. He was lucky. Other people weren't. He had seen people go crazy about losing family members, or losing their sanity to the deadly disease. He had tried to stay and help, but when he saw how many had turned he fled. Xander wasn't proud of some of the things he had done to stay alive.

He came across a farm. A little weird if you ask him. It was gated off. Also very weird. This meant either all the rotters were inside or they hadn't gotten in. He stopped at the gate and looked at it. Not sure if he should try or turn around.

@noxlux

"Well if I could just get this bed here..." As Isaac spoke he pushed the bed into a wedged position between the hole. Picking up the various cloth and material he had found he began to tie them together, sitting on the small bed and trying to block out the scratching and banging at the door.

"Could you?" he asked, as he handed her some to do herself.

"So how long have you_" Isaac was cut short as the bed began to shake, suddenly it fell through the floor and into the room below, along with Isaac. Well, at least he was closer to ground. That noise was pretty loud though, he would have to move quickly. Looking up to Ella he extended his arms up high and locked his feet into the floor.

"Jump."

@themadhatter420
Hunter agreed, This asshole no matter what they were doing was an asshole. "Alright, He's using a high powered rifle, maybe a bolt action, if that is the case we need to get in close, Like belt buckle close, then if he fights back we put a bullet through his... or hers face." He would hold up the shotgun when saying this. His hand would start to shake well holding the gun, he would quickly bring it back down and hold the gun with both hands. "Alright ready?"

@Remipa Awesome

Ashley grabbed onto the AR-15 as he grabbed his shot gun cocking it back. "I am so ready to do this. I am royally pissed about my freaking bike right now." She said as she looked above the cover to see if they could figure out where he was. "I can't even see where he is hiding. We could be walking into a trap." She said getting goose bumps on the back of her neck.

@Pripovednik

Ella stumbled backwards when the bed, and Isaac, fell throw the floor. The loud bang of the bed hitting the floor echoed in the empty rooms.

Ella grabbed her backpack, swung it over her shoulders, and got down on her knees before she carefully started crawling over to the hole in the floor.

"Jump" Isaac said.

Ella crawled over the edge, letting her body hang in the air, while her hands still were gripping onto the edge. The next moment she let go. A slight pain shot through her body as her feet slammed onto the floor.

"We should hurry up"

@themadhatter420
Hunter saw about where the sniper was before, he could have moved but it was the best chance they had. "I saw the shooter somewhere in that Direction when I was laying suppression fire a moment ago." He pointed well still trying to stay in cover. "You cover me, I'll get closer then keep them down, that is when you will move up and We will flank the asshole." He got ready to run, he's done jobs like this in the past but normally with an M4, some Kevlar, A helmet, And about 5 other guys with the same gear. Though this time there was only one person shooting back, Then again he has never been in a real fire fight well in the national Guard.

@noxlux Scrambling desperately towards the closed door on the opposite side of the dark room he had suddenly fallen into, Isaac froze in shock & pain and he looked down at his leg, a large wooden splinter stuck in his bloodied thigh.

"Fuck, argh!" he said, lifting the right leg up and hopping back to the bed, lowering himself down onto the mattress and taking his backpack out.

"God damn it! First drop of blood I've lost, and its to a fucking splinter." He said bitterly.

Looking to Ella he handed her a strip of material he kept handy, good for easing blood loss and that sort of thing.

"You do it. Just pull." Grimacing, he closed his eyes and gripped tightly onto the metal headboard - waiting for her to rid his body of this foul wooden sting.