Emma was pulled from her sleep, and her eyes fluttered open. She heard Monica softly beckoning her to wake. When she explained the situation to her, she nodded, and sat upright. When the women left, Emma slid from the mattress, tossing the holed blanket to the floor. She brushed the wrinkled from her jeans and red flannel shirt, then stepped into her hiking boots. She laced them up tightly, and walked outside to join Monica.

"I also need to find a new jacket." She muttered to the woman. Emma took her backpack that sat against the wall. She removed her pistol from the pack and checked it - she barely had a full clip of ammo. "I also have a whopping 7 bullets..." She added. She zipped up the bag and slung it over her shoulders.

Her right hand brushed her hip and she briefly wished she had her knife with her. She also wondered if Danny and Shannon had found her hints at the bed and breakfast. Thirdly, she wondered if the Enrique and his boys were okay. She wondered if Burkley had made it out after helping her get away.

She fixed the straps on her pack to hug her shoulders, then turned to Monica. "I'm good to go." She then looked at Ellis, was about to say something, then decided against it.

Abram - Apartment/Road - Sam/Tina/Co.

Abram was ready to get moving. He was patient while Tina was inside, as he sit against the hood of the car. He slightly stared off into space, not really paying attention. He was pulled from his thoughts when Leah jumped onto the truck hood.

"Hey, kid. How you holding up?" He asked.

"Not as Rubbish as I normally am." She muttered, rolling her shoulders.

Abe laughed a little. It slightly amused him to hear her accent. He'd heard plenty of brits speak - but they were adults. Leah was he first kid he'd ever heard with an accent. "How's the leg?"

"Feeling better, the pains starting to go away."

"Mm, well that's good." He was about to continue, but Tina came out of the building, and they exchanged their respective farewells. He opted to offer Adam the front seat so he could help guide him. Abram didn't know this part of the area very well. "C'mon, hop in." He told Leah, who slid from the hood of the car.

He turned to Sam and Turisa in the back. "Good to go?" He asked. Turisa nodded, then did Sam and Leah. "Off we go..." Abe said, and began the drive towards New Orleans.

Mandy & Victor - Roof of Grocery Store. Walker, LA - June, Augusta, Malcolm, Anastasia, & Cricin @xcalx1dw @McHaggis @OutlawedPanda

"Victor, and it's fine." Victor said looking a bit off put by being called Vicky. "These those you were talking about?" He asked Mandy, who nodded.

Mandy held up the board and pointed at the name June had written on it and pointed to Anastasia so that Victor would know her name. She then turned to the strange guy and tapped the word name again holding out the pen for him to write his name.

"Where ya kids from?" Victor asked as he started preparing the meager meal. Though meager wasn't totally apt, not anymore. It was an odd collection of ingredients, but he had been training to go on Iron Chief before this had all happened.

Mary-Jo - Welcome to the Major Leagues - The Supermarket in Walker, LA - @xcalx1dw@Kirah@McHaggis@OutlawedPanda

There are many motivations that drive people forward in this world, one in particular considering recent times was horribly ironic.

It was hunger.

Those who were still living needed food, and those who were living were food for the Banjo-Bait. It was an endless circle, in-between running away from odds too overwhelming or headlong into odds too favorable to grab a bite to eat so that she might be able to keep putting one foot in front of the other. With the ping of a Baseball bat against a skull, things tended to work out favorably for the cowgirl, and more often than not such a ping often was en-route to the next bite.

Whether the bite was coming for her or her going for a snack was another matter entirely.

What did matter though is that through the overgrown foliage as she trudged through it she came upon a golden opportunity. God, though He seemed to have abandoned her in the madness that had consumed the new battleground between Heaven and Hell, He certainly gave her chances to keep moving.

Maybe there was still a chance for redemption after the rapture in His eyes after all!

Before her came unveiled a Grocery store between the leaves of green and the bounty within it was likely still at least there for a partial amount. It was quiet, which was both reassuring and unsettling, less for the scattered Banjo-Bait that hadn't seen her yet. Whispers were on the air, muffled voices there distant and upon the rooftop she cold see movement that was a bit too sensible and fluid for a Banjo-Bait.

May as well announce her presence to those that still might actually be livin', she would appreciate that kind of courtesy so she was sure that they would too.

So she leaned her Bat against her thigh, swung her Banjo about her shoulders so that it was in front of her, and she played a little tune.

Ah. That got th' banjo-bait's attention.

Beyond any doubt, it certainly did.

In utterly eerie unison, the duet of zombies turned their ragged and rotting heads in her direction, and began stumbling with as much haste as they could muster in the Wal-Mart cashier's direction. Her response however was simple, almost nonchalant, as if this were simply a matter of everyday business. She slowly and carefully slung her Banjo back over her shoulder, plucked up her bat and twirled it once between her fingertips akin to how a Gladiator would wield a Gladius in Ancient Rome.

With calm and steady practice, she settled into a baseball batter's stance that would have made a MLB Pro proud. Pointing towards the edge of an imaginary stadium first in a fashion that would've made Babe Ruth proud; she waited until it came too close, and she stepped into it and swung with the fullest of her ability and caught the first Banjo-Bait square in the lower jaw. With a satisfying ping her bat made when it had a good, solid contact, the Zombie went horizontal before crashing to the ground.

Gracefully she maintained the bat's velocity and brought it down upon the skull of the second Banjo-Bait, causing it to stop moving quite abruptly and collapse into the asphalt as she stepped to the side to allow its fall. Though they twitched and seized, Mary-Jo stepped to the side of one's head and lowered her baseball bat like a Golf Club. Swinging it high and bringing it down to connect with the side of the zombie's temple.

Bone, blood, and brain matter flew about in grotesque spatters and the spurs upon the back of her cowboy boots chimed whimsically as she stepped towards the second downed twitcher and repeated the same action.

Using the clothes of the downed Banjo bait to wipe off her wonderfully solid metal baseball bat, Mary-Jo looked right up towards the roof with the bat resting on her shoulder. Taking the edge of her cowboy hat into her fingertips, she tipped it up slightly so that the rooftop likely onlookers would be able to see her eyes.

"Hey now! Y'got any room and a bite a food y'all'd be willin' to share up there?" She paused for a second, having long forgotten parts of the supposed southern hospitality. "Please, if y'all'd be so kind."

Mandy & Victor - Roof of Grocery Store. Walker, LA - June, Augusta, Malcolm, Anastasia, & Cricin @Mchaggis @xcalx1dw @OutlawedPanda @Feisty-Pants

Victor's head snapped up at the sound of the banjo. [i/]Who the hell would play a banjo in the middle of zombie infested zones?[/i] He stood and looked over the side of the roof and watched the blonde woman take the baseball bat to the zombies below. Mandy appeared at his side looking down too. She turned to Victor and asked him 'Who' with a simple sign. Victor just shrugged.

Then the woman was looking up at them, asking them if they had room to spare. Victor was about to respond, but decided it'd probably be best if June made that choice. Mandy was poking him asking him what the woman had said. "She wants food." He turned to June and said just loud enough for those on the roof to hear. "If she comes up that's all the food we've got, it'll stretch, but we won't have anything for the morning."

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Mandy leaned over the edge of the roof while June and Victor spoke. The woman had taken out two zombies brilliantly with a baseball bat. She had known someone who had used a bat, before when her and Victor had parted ways. They were dead now, got bit, they had been too close. Sure she used a hatchet, but that had a sharp edge. Mandy couldn't see how blunt objects worked on zombies. She looked up to June, "She's got a mean swing." Mandy signed after getting June's attention.

Mary-Jo - A Mean Swing

With: Victor, Circin, Augusta, Mandy, June and Company

Amicably resting the metal baseball bat upon her shoulder, Mary-Jo looked up with aspirational hope that soon revealed itself to be quite fruitless. With rejection came a defeated slump of her shoulders. Pitiful, big blue eyes looked woefully up towards the group that looked down upon her over the edge of the Grocery Store's rooftop.

"Fine fiiiiine, if that's yer choice I won' say nuthin' about it." The former Wal-Mart cashier quietly replied, respecting what was obviously their wish for more subtlety and silence. "I'll be out y'all's hair once I grab a bite to eat from the market, sorry bout' causin' y'all any distress."

Slinging her bat into the Golf Bag she used as a makeshift quiver about her hip, she sauntered casually into the Grocery Store with the hint of a smile. Going shopping had always been fun for her, now in the days since the Rapture as she so called it, everything was free.

However, worldly possessions weren't the way of the Lord.

Perhaps she shouldn't take so much joy in such things.

Then again, she didn't really ever have much in the way of worldly possessions as they called it, and this blasted Rapture had taken what little she had ever held to begin with. Stealing a box of Rice Krispy Treats from one shelf, and a few canned foods that lay throughout in a sense of haphazard chaos that caused such things to be scattered about; Mary-Jo wove her way through the corridors to find feminine items and the like.

Throwing her supplies into the hip satchel she wore, Mary-Jo was sure to step over the fetid corpse that had obviously been dealt with by those above. Striding towards the exit, she found herself at least bearing the hint of a smile. She had food, a snack, and other supplies finally, today was going to be a blessed day.

She too needed to find some high ground and a place to sleep for the night that was going to draw in during the next couple of hours. Either that or sleep in the trunk of a car from time to time during the past couple nights.

Tossing a glance up towards the edge where there was likely to be at least one more person keeping an eye out for her since they seemed the distrustful sort, Mary-Jo tipped her cowboy hat to whomever that might be.

"Sorry again bout' causin' y'all so much trouble. Have a blessed day now." She added sweetly as she could before marching the long walk towards the edge of the forest to resume her road to redemption in the Lord's eyes once again.

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Monica - Dilapidated House - Emma/Ellis

The supply run was an uneventful one, Monica and Emma having managed to get enough to last the three of them another week. Monica lugged the heavy backpack through the front door, thanking her lucky stars that the group in power in this area did a good deal of work in clearing the biters in the area. They would likely have to change their location soon enough to continue avoiding detection, but hopefully they'd be out of this godforsaken city soon enough.

Monica placed the supplies on the table, digging through the backpack so that she could sort through the items. "Ellis, we're back," she said, not having to yell for him to hear her in this house. She didn't need him coming at them with a knife thinking they were intruders.

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Tremblay - Plaza Rally

The man stood before his people, watching as their eyes slowly lowered to the ground. None of them wanted to look him in the face. None of them wanted to let him know how they felt. Tremblay was well aware how they felt-- He'd made a major miscalculation. "Fine," he muttered. He turned to Jon and waved him off. "Then this man lives. Get him out of here, Jon, and get him cleaned up." Tremblay turned back to the crowd, his eyes locking on Jessalyn's once again. He gave her a flat look of disappointment. "He can deny the allegations all he pleases. Some of us know the truth. Though we won't kill him for his crimes, he won't be let off so easily. He will work to make up for what he's done. Among us. Let us hope he stays in line. I would hate to have an excuse to do the worse now."

Standing for a tense moment, Tremblay eventually left with a deep breath, following Jon and Matt as they pulled Tyler away. The crowd stood in stunned silence for a moment, frozen as some of Tremblay's men began putting out the fires. "Come on, everyone," Becca said, raising a hand. "Most of us should be getting to bed soon. Hop to it!" She stepped forward, gingerly approaching Scarlett. She put her hands on her hips, and tried for a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry about all that. Really."

Outpost

In the time following Enrique's departure, the people of Outpost had been a high-strung group. An actual graveyard sat just outside the wall now, the number of dead having doubled by the biter attack alone. The people had wanted the new graves inside the walls where they could easily pay their respects, but the community still held a crowding problem, an issue that had yet to be resolved in the wake of so many awful developments one after another. With Sylar dead, Jerry became the new leader of the scouts, though some people couldn't help but think of the position as cursed. Jerry didn't seem to let it get to him, but he too had to wonder if he'd be dying soon as well. Despite these issues, the community had maintained peace, and people were just starting to get along again. That was, until Adam and his friends arrived with a troubling request.

The council had gathered as they usually did, their eyes staring at Adam and the girl named Tina. They had been a bit flabbergasted to see Adam return, but were open to hearing him out. He'd been known to be a bit explosive, but everyone thought of him as a good guy before he had left. Rhonda, especially, convinced the council to hear him out, and thankfully the group of five were less at odds with each other with Matt gone. Still, that didn't prepare them for the ludicrous suggestion that they send men to help Tyler of all people.

"They have Tyler-- er, I mean Thomas, and his daughter. But they have more than that. Other friends of ours. They've been terrorizing the whole city!" At the look on everyone's face, Tina looked worriedly to Adam. She hadn't counted on him to make a convincing argument.

"Honey..." Rhonda began, searching for the right words. "Thomas manipulated us. I know you left before it happened, but he used us to attack innocent people. You can't honestly be suggesting we save him?"

"Uh, but... I mean--"

Tina sighed, leaning forward. She waved Adam off and looked to Rhonda, who seemed the most reasonable at the moment. "Forget Tyler. He's just one of countless people we need to help." Countless was pushing it, but Tina needed to sell this. "Are you really so cold that you won't help a group of people just because Tyler is one of them? I admit, we didn't know you had a grudge with him, but this way we're being upfront with you-- we need you."

Rhonda looked around the room. "... You're right, we should help, but the question is if we can. The strongest of us are either dead or have left this community. You're asking something beyond our ability--"

"It's not about strength!" Adam exclaimed. Rhonda looked sour at being interrupted. "It's about numbers! Tremblay controls through fear, so we just need to be intimidating back at him. Not even the scouts, but the watchers and builders... we're all survivors. We all can fight."

"All we're asking is that you let people know of our plight, and let them decide. If it's their choice, well..." Tina let that hang in the air, as she could tell the group was considering the offer. For having known these people more than she did, it was sad that Adam wouldn't have sold this without her. What else could she expect from a junkie?

"It sounds fair," said Randy, raising his hand.

"And hopefully some do agree," added Rhonda. The only person who ended up dissenting was Isaac, but it seemed majority ruled in this case. Tina smiled and thanked the council profusely, hoping this led to the forces they greatly needed.

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Haywood

"What Abram is suggesting is crazy" muttered the nurse, Brianna, as she tended to a cut on a boy's arm. The boy was named Noah, and Caleb wasn't a huge fan of the fact the kid seemed to glaring at him during all of this. Neither he or the others were really welcome here, and it was quite obvious why. Abram had mentioned some of the sordid history of this community, to which Jace in particular had said was 'completely fucked up'. The few that still lived here must not have been a big fan of outsiders at this point, especially with the mass graveyard just sitting outside. Abram was their friend, but they didn't seem interested in going up to bat for anyone other than themselves.

"We're really not fighters," explained the boy's father, Anthony. "There's Amy, Audrey, and Riley, but beyond that, we're nothing."

Caleb wished Abram was here, but he was busy trying to convince the doctor, Riley. Caleb felt as if it were these people that needed convincing, though even he wasn't sure what they'd do with the girl who required an oxygen tank 24/7 to live. In fact... "You heard Abram-- You guys shouldn't be living here. I wasn't here for any of what happened, but I can see the damage... there's not enough of you to rebuild. How can you expect to sustain yourselves here?"

"There is nowhere else for us to go. The last place I want to be is that Outpost place... What are you getting at, anyway?" Brianna asked, sounding annoyed. She fussed with wrapping a bandage around Noah's arm.

"When we oust Tremblay, you guys can move relocate to Baton Rouge. Hell, I'd offer you that opportunity now, but we're not in a position to do that. We need this guy out of there so that we can make life better. Jess, Floyd... Katie." Caleb conjured up names he knew these people were familiar with from his memory. "We need to save them, and for that, we need whatever you guys can offer."

Anthony exchanged a glance with Brianna, sighing. "Riley wanted to offer you guys some ammunition at least. We can afford that, thanks to the city be relatively quiet lately. We'll... discuss the idea of relocating, at least."

"I want to go," Noah suddenly said. "He's right, dad... this place just makes me feel sad. It's, like... suffocating."

Anthony gave his son a surprised look. "Ah, uh... well, like I said, we'll discuss this more later. Goodbye, Brianna." Noah hopped off the table, following his dad out the door. Caleb offered Brianna a smirk before following them out.

It had been about an hour since their departure from Tremblay's community. The newly formed group of strangers walked towards the unknown, following a path labeled on a map found during their escape. They headed north in hope of possible sanctuary - a hint of light in their darkness. Their world had caught fire, put out by the wind of desired survival. Salvation seemed to have its price - the sacrifice of the guilty, but the damnation of the remnant. Some didn't have the will to redemption, believing their actions back there weren't justified. Hank could see the struggle in the face of the people he walked alongside. Some couldn't bare to say goodbye and wanted to return to the world of fire - it was obvious. But there was nowhere to return to.........that world was gone.

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"HANK!" Floyd called out as he grasped his comrade's shoulder and prevented him from further progress. The man stared into Hank's eyes, his own revealing his thoughts and preferred action. Fighting the struggle to listen and the desire to find his target, Hank had become animalistic. His body shivered in place and had become hungry for revenge. The grip on his gun was tighter than before, blood ran down his forehead and over his right eyelid, clogging into his eye and causing it to burn.

But the man's adrenaline was off the roof. His feet would not remain still. His surroundings were experiencing similar traits. The nonhuman environment was experiencing human-like characteristics. The community was being personified into a sort of fearful reckoning. It was loud, shrieking at it started to burn. The sound of bullets flew passed everything, nothing was face. Building collapsed, cars and statues shattered without prevail. It was as though the inanimate body was eating itself from the inside.

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"What you did back there.......thank you," Hank stated with obvious appreciation. He had turned to Floyd who walked alongside Jess and her straddled son Ben. Fortunately for the two, they had been extracted before seeing anything - thanks to Abram. Floyd was definitely in the man's debt, but was in no shape to give back just yet.

Despite Floyd's physical and emotional strength, the community managed to break through his hard outer shell. They gave him someone who had had learned to trust, then stripped that someone away within three days of meeting. The man didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to fuss over his loss. He just fought to bury it deep into some void in his body where the memory would be lost and forgotten. Sweat ran down his entire body, grime and dried blood stained his clothing. His hair was darker than before, his face distinctively in pain. Despite his lack of speech, it was obvious his voice had become more gruff - he just had that look.

Back at the camp, he had managed to prevent Hank from a warpath. The leader had laid eyes on Richard - the same supremacist that killed Eli, Jennifer, Seth and Aaliyah. The first intention was to kill him, put a bullet between his bloody eyes. Hank wanted to rip the man to shreds. Make him feel the same pain he had felt himself. During that struggle, Hank killed two people. He had been attacked and defended himself accordingly. Floyd himself had to end a life - a tattooed man with piercings on his lips wearing a military styled hat. Only god knew how many people died in that encounter between Richard and Tremblay - that is if a God truly existed in this world.

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"Come on!! Let's go! This way! CMON!" Hank yelled at the people near the debris. Smoke bombs had been deployed by Richard's men, clouding the community and making visibility minimal. Heather was by his side, she refused to leave him and also joined in aiding people to safety. Hank managed to get at least five people out of the firefight and into safety - all civilians of the town. He didn't know any of them, nor did Floyd, Heather, or Jess. They were all just strangers, but they were all afraid for the unfolding events. They spoke to one another asking where Tremblay was, if he was alive and if they'd be able to make it through the night.

Being so sheltered in the community for so long, the people had lost the instinct to survive. They acted so civilized as though this world was the old one, but it wasn't. Blind to the outside world were walkers roam the streets and eat the flesh of the living, these people would only present a setback in future events and Hank knew this. But at that time when bullets flew passed him and fires sprung from out of nowhere, all he could think about was saving as many people as he could after snapping out of his true intents.

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"Do you know any of these people?" Hank asked Heather, holding her hand as the two walked alongside each other. She had finally snapped out of her dark abyss - no longer lost, but present to reality. Hank too had returned, driven by his old inclination to help others and ensure their survival. Anyhow, Heather's response was no - she was unaware of anybody's name or title. So he asked Floyd who still seemed to be in grieving pain. He understood the question could wait, but needed the knowledge to understand how to move forward from their situation.

"Guy up there is Abram. Military. He saved Jess," Floyd responded, a guttural sound developing from his throat as he turned look at Jess for a second. Abram was in front of everybody at this point, leading the group northward alongside some of his comrades. He wasn't the only person Floyd could name though. Behind nearly everyone in the back of the group was also a familiar face. One that Floyd wished would have perished along with Tremblay's community. Back there, helped by some blonde girl and followed by his daughter was Tyler. He had survived as well, the man just didn't die. It seemed that despite all of his actions and wrongdoings, all of his monstrosities, he was just forgiven. Then again, this world was not about angels.

It was not about good people, or bad people. The world wasn't about making it to the top, getting paid. The world wasn't about its people or the walkers, not about relationships, not about dreams or ambitions. There were not laws, no regulations. Hard feelings were hard feelings. If someone wanted another dead, one could kill that person if they weren't dead already. One could steal. One could piss wherever the hell one wanted to. People changed, people were strong, other weak, sane, insane. The dead mattered, the dead didn't matter. Beauty was there to some, others couldn't see it. Sometimes one could make it work in this world, but some didn't have the guts to do it. The world was not what it once was and there was no way to make it that. It was just survival now. And as Floyd looked back towards Tyler, he understood. The man had survived....

Samantha and Scarlett - After the mayhem - Group of unknown people

The reunion of the sisters had not gone as Samantha had planned. She wanted to get in, and get out. No if's, and's, or but's. Unfortunately, with all the commotion going on, Scarlett had practically ignored Sam and gone off to find the man she had been with the entire time. Thomas? Tyler? It did not matter. Sam was not here for him but still, she got stuck taking care of a little girl while her own sister ran off.

Once Sam and Scarlett had found each other again, Samantha had noticed that there was blood on Scarlett's hands and blouse. Something was off about her but she had little time to analyze her further. They had to get out and find Abram.

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Samantha found herself more confused than she should have been as the large group of people walked in an unknown direction. Why would her sister want to stay with a man that had such a terrible reputation? His actions had probably won him a first class ticket to one of hell's most dark pits and yet there she was, helping him walk. She had made attempts to talk to Scarlett about it, while giving her the machete and other weapons she had found, but Scarlett merely shook her head and ignored Sam. It was beyond frustrating, but still, Sam would defend her sister and her choice to aid the man. It had already been proven in a previous altercation.

"Abram... Where are we going?" Samantha decided to take her mind off of it and picked up the pace to walk next to the man. "I don't feel comfortable with so many people walking around in a group....." Sam looked away from Abram and let her eyes scan the faces around them. This many people would draw out the undead for sure. 'I just have to be faster than the majority...'. Once again, Sam's eyes lingered on her sister and the man she helped, looking on as Scarlett smiled at the little girl named Katie.

Unlike Sam, who wanted nothing but to ask questions, Scarlett wanted peace and quiet. She had gone through enough the past few weeks that all she wanted was to sit down and clear her mind. She found herself helping a man who might or might not have terrorized a large amount of people. By the way things were looking, Scarlett feared that he had indeed done what he was accused of. Either way, Tyler was in no shape to deal with it, so she would wait. He wouldn't exactly be let off that easily but she still wouldn't allow anyone else near him to accuse him once again.

Luckily, Katie was around which meant people would think twice before coming near them. Given the circumstances, children still seemed to be a deterrence when it came to violence. In a way. She had walked along side Scarlett, then along side her dad, then in front of them, practically beaming at them. It was as if the fractured rib either didn't exist or had already healed. She told Scarlett why she was so happy. Apparently, amongst the many people, there was a man in the group named Floyd that she remembered. She had met him before and he had saved her from a mean man. Scarlett had simply smiled and acknowledged her story until Katie made the comment about wanting to keep him as a pet. This made her want to laugh but she just smiled at the little girl and shook her head, commenting about how keeping people as pets never worked out. "You should ask my sister how it felt. I think I pretended she was my pet for like two months."

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Aubrey - Apartments under construction - Levi

Putting differences aside was a bit more difficult than Aubrey had imagined. She was used to saying things and having people deal with it. Here, with Levi, she had actually explain herself and acknowledge things. Not exactly her idea of a fun time. Still, she remained respectful and nice to the man, because of course, he was helping her with her bullet wound.

"Did..... Did you hear that?" Aubrey asked as she looked up from her makeshift bed. It was the sound of bullets and something louder. "Are those... They sound like bombs?" Aubrey was confused but she had a pretty good idea of what was going on. It was the whole Richard versus Tremblay bit that Kerry had mentioned to her before she had left. Aubrey made no sign of getting up to check at the window and she signaled for Levi to stay put as well, shaking her head when he began to get up. "That's something you don't want to get involved with."

Once the commotion had died down, Aubrey stood up and looked around. They would need to move. Depending on what had happened down at the Plaza, especially if super nazi's overtook everything. "We need to go.... There are these Nazi people who try and kill everything they lay their eyes on." She was already in action, gathering what she would need in her small backpack, along with a couple of arrows she had found under a quilt. She cared little that Levi was in the same room with her, with a quick and sharp inhale, Aubrey kept from shouting due to the pain as she took off her shirt to put a clean one on. It was then when she heard the shuffling of footsteps. The young woman dropped to a crouch as she listened closely, fearing that it was some type of horde.

Fortunately the sound of feet was too fast. Aubrey crept up to the window and peered out, her eyes widening when she saw the number of people moving down the streets. "They're leaving?!" Her voice was a quiet whisper as she made her acknowledgment. She turned quickly to Levi and motioned for him to look. "We have to go with them.... We can stick to the back so they don't notice us."