Finn raised his eyebrows, "Ok... So I don't really know what you were just talking about..." Finn looked over at Ved, "but we're all cool now right?"

Different ways this scenario could go down, were sifting through Finn's head, and some of them ended with him on the bad side of both of these people. Not a good place to be. He would have to be careful. Very careful.

Ved
After helping him up, a very serious look spread across his face.
"The Nazis were fascists, and if you align yourself with them I will gut you like the pig you are."
He said quietly, his grandparents were Jewish, and had been inside Nazi concentration camps, so he had a very stern view in regards to Nazism or Fascism. He knew that not many people were well versed towards what fascism was, so he had grown patient in explaining it, but after he explained it, they would have one last chance

Turning to Finn, he clapped his hand on the sode of the boy's Neck.
"Good to see ya, you alright?"
He asked with a wide smile, he liked the kid.
"The other two ditch ya?"

"Well, no. I ditched them actually..." Finn turned to look back, "I actually need to go back." Finn shrugged, "The girl's got my water bottle." A second after he said this, Finn realised it sounded like he wanted to leave again, "But, I'm cool to do whatever you wanna do."

Finn pointed to the stranger with the bow, "So who's he?"

A sway and swagger, brought along with cool winds that mixed with the smell of blood and gasoline, was how she walked in. With a large kitchen knife in her right hand, a garbage can lid on her left, and a small sack slung over her shoulders; dressed in a dark, tight leather bikers outfit with pink high-cut rubber shoes, along with her unevenly cut short hair, and her wild, random movements, made Alice for a strange sight. The woman looked around the pavement as she approached the Walmart, catching sight of multiple corpses, both human and not, on the ground.

Alice walked towards one of those bodies, and gave a forceful dig at it with her foot. Seeing no reaction from it, Alice gave a happy little sigh. Lifting the corpse up by the feet first, she took off it's shoes and socks, and afterwards did the same for it's shirt. Alice repeated this process with all the corpses she could find, eventually ending up with a pile of clothes and a whole cluster of shoes.

"Well this is a nice haul right here! Not all of them are old though, so I wonder who . . . ?" Her head swerving side to side, Alice looked out for any sign of life. As it turned out, she heard them before she saw them.

Turning towards the Walmart once more, the sound of shattering glass and falling objects betrayed the presence of the people inside. A light bulb hung over her head as Alice thought of a plan. It had been awhile since she had been with a group of survivors: The last - and admittedly first and only - one she'd joined ended up being robbed of supplies and all of them were eventually eaten, but in the time she'd spent with them, getting the necessary accessories for living had been the easiest it had ever been! Getting close to whoever was inside was probably a good idea!

"Hm, but if I remember correctly, they didn't really let you in a group if you were useless . . ." she recalled the previous group she had been in and how they had turned aside anyone who couldn't offer them any assistance. At the time, Alice was nearly subject to the same rejection, however, she had spent a whole night persuading their leader into accepting her, which he eventually did.

In any case, how to prove her worth?

"Well, we'll see how that goes after I meet them~!" she said, carefree as you please. In a way, this was her own evaluation of prospective partners. After all, a partnership is mutually beneficial, so evaluation of another was never one sided, right?

Alice swaggered into the Walmart, without a care in the world, kicking away bodies gleefully as she did so. She eventually stopped after making sure there weren't a mass of living dead nearby, "HELLO!?" she shouted as loud as she could, facing upwards and letting the sound echo through the Walmart. "IZZER ANYBODY IN HERE? IF YOU'RE ALIVE, PLEASE RESPOND, IF YOU'RE NOT, FEEL FREE TO COME ANYWAY!"

Mies began to curse himself, he had not been penitent. He should of waited until there was less activity to make his move. He had misjudged the competence/abilities of the other humans today. First the fight in the found of the building, then the clinking of cans. After moving towards the outdoors section the young man who had joined them ran off. A few moments later the sound of a fight and then muffled talking. To cap this all off a young woman shouted by the entrance. 'This is all to much' Meis thought.

He could head the stirrings of the undead, becoming more and more agitated by the events around them. Reaching the outdoors section Meis thought his luck now even. Two LED flashlights where sitting on the edge of a shelf. He grabbed them. Handing a flashlight to the young woman he said: "We head for the back, follow me as best you can. If I fall just keep going and head out one of the many back doors..." Meis trailed off and he slowly turned around and shone his new light down the aisle. A zombie was now rushing towards him. He lifted his shotgun and pulled the trigger. The buckshot ripped through the zombies head, dropping it instantly. The sound of the undead whipped into a frenzy filled the Walmart. "MEET YOU ALL OUTSIDE AT THE BACK OF THE STORE" Meis yelled and began to run, shotgun at the ready.

Lydia cringed at the loud noises the others made, briefly hearing the aggressive dude that threw her bow earlier and some other guy arguing. To her, it sounded heated, but she knew she didn't wish to see that aggressive guy again, not if she wanted to be killed by him. Hearing the lady shout at the entrance, Lydia could only barely stop herself from slapping her forehead and yelling out some not-so-nice curses in retaliation. So much for a quiet scavenge. Lydia hastily grabbed at the plastic torch that was shoved into her hands by the second male, tightening her grip at it. "But wait! What about Finn?" She asked, "we need to help-"

With one shot of the man's shotgun, Lydia jumped back, slipping the torch into her utility belt and grabbing hold of her bow tightly so she could defend herself and the man if necessary. "IF YOU WANT YOUR BOTTLE BACK, DON'T DIE!" She yelled, deciding since the walkers knew of their location already, there was no point trying to keep silent.

Lydia chased after the man, not knowing where to go since this was her first time in this particular Walmart. As she saw one undead stomping towards them with one hand outstretched like a classic zombie and a Walmart uniform, Lydia pulled back on the sting, her body straight as she let go; the arrow flying into the eye. The dead employee let out a screech, trying to swat away the arrow but Lydia then rushed towards it, slicing the head clean off with a meat cleaver that was hooked onto her side, covered by her jacket previously. As the head rolled onto the floor, she reached down, plucking the arrow out of the eye with a grimace and wiping it carefully with a shirt that was hung from the clothing racks beside her before rushing after the man, now lost.

Ved
"Dunno, don't care."
He said with a smirk, before turning to the direction of the loud female voice. He liked the sound of her, not petty or insolent, somebody that'd be more than a little bit fun to have around. It had been a few months since he had traveled with a woman, the last one had abandoned him for a group of tribal raiders, who survived off of ransacking other survivors. Clearly, he had less than a fine taste in women, but e had no regrets all the same.
"TO YER RIGHT, AT THE HOME IMPROVEMENT AISLE!"
He roared in response, maybe he'd get lucky and she'd be a looker, God knows he could use some pleasurable company. Turning his head to the side, he saw a handful of the undead walking towards them. Grunting to himself, he slid the two bags out of the way, making room for the fight that was about to break out. Unhooking the baseball bat from a buttoned latch on his inner jacket, he readied himself to swing.

Finn turned his head, to where Ved was looking, and saw the undead approaching. He then looked back at Ved pulling out a base ball bat.

"Wouldn't happen to have anything in there for me would you?"

Upon hearing all the commotion near the front of the store Kousei knew right away what that meant, and as such he gathered his stuff together and took off in the same direction as two others. One was using a bow just like Kousei and in this midst of running actually took out an infected person cleanly without much hesitation. Since Kousei knew this store pretty well, simply because of the frequent visits for various goods, he immediately over took the girl that was in front of him and somwhat shouted while looking back to her.「Follow me it seems he is headed to the back of the store.」Once he was sure the girl heard him he readied his bow and drew and arrow from his quiver and immediately loaded it onto the bow.

Startled at the appearance of the other guy, she could only follow him as he rushed to the back, where she guessed the first man ran towards. She kept hold of her bow, arrow at the ready in case anyone tried to attack from the back. She could hear faint stomping of a large horde, and it terrified her. Even though it had been around a month - she couldn't even tell any more - she had never really managed to kill more than five of these things, including the one she'd just shot now. She would prefer to sneak in and out, tending to travel with the help of the dark night and sleep at day to avoid being detected. "How many of us are here?" She asked-yelled, trying to estimate how many survivors there were in one place. The more people, the more chance for hordes to come.

The run was relatively quick, down the aisles, into the store rooms and out a back exit. Surprisingly the back of the store was sparse with the undead. Meis light shown around the storage halls quickly, his mind taking snap shots of what was there. Between him and the exit was one lone undead, running up to it Meis pulled the trigger and the shotgun fried.

The shot missed, the concrete wall behind the zombie exploded. Body slamming into the undead, Meis lost his balance and in moments has grappled into a deadly struggle. 'How fitting,' Though Meis, 'I do hope someone followed me.'

Alice's head titled as the ruckus began. In her head, a list of choices went by: Follow Voice no. 1 and head to the back of the store; follow Voice no. 2 and head to the Home Improvement Isle; ignore both and just step out or; ignore both and jump into the fray. As Alice spent some time considering this, she placed all the clothes and shoes she had looted from the zombies in her rucksack, and looked around. So far, there was nothing nearing her, which meant she had time to plan out her next move.

One moment, and she had decided on what to do. Going to her right, she headed to the Home Improvement Isle. In the end, if she ever wanted to join with the rest, then she could drag whoever was there with her into assumed larger group - if he was reasonable of course.

On her way there, she encountered three undead. Looking around her quickly, Alice checked if there was a sign of more of them coming. Seeing none, she smiled happily and approached the shambling dead. It was her policy - if there was no risk to her, then she would execute every undead that came her way. It was both stress relief and for insurance; if by some chance she needed to cross this way again, the less zombies the better.

Lifting the lid of the garbage can up, she calmly approached the trio of zombies, who had taken notice of her and began pacing towards her. Once the first one was close enough, she shoved her improvised towards its torso, disturbing its balance and sending it stumbling back. In the short amount of time were it lost its balance, Alice shoved her kitchen knife up its jaw and into its brain, immediately stepping backwards after.

"Haah~ These things aren't nearly as much of a challenge without numbers," sighing to herself, Alice wiped her knife clean using her pants.

She repeated the process on the first zombie until they were all blessed with a final death. Humming to herself, Alice took off their clothes and shoes once more, before skipping down the isle. Once she arrived there, she saw her presumed owner of the voice: A rough looking skinhead wielding a well-used baseball bat. With a light hop, Alice waved her hands in greeting.

"Hullo there! Fine morning isn't it? The weather is pretty nice too, if I do say so myself. So what brings you to this fine part of town?" In stark contrast with the chaos going on around them, Alice gave Zed as cheerful and casual a greeting as can be. Unconcerned with his appearance and the commotion around them, she approached him without a care in the world.

Ved
He smiled widely as she approached, his bat connecting and shattering the skull of an undead he had at his knees, blood splattering on his face. Swing the bat in a circle and pointing it at her he laughed, then lowered the bat and thought to himself She's pretty enough, I can play along.
"Well it's the weekend so me n the boys are in town getting some homemade firework supplies!"
He replied in his heavy british accent, gesturing to the two duffle bags of explosive supplies.

"Um..." Finn turned around to Ved and the new girl, "I'm now useless." The kitchen knife he had, had scrunched up and snap. Probably having hit a particularly hard bone. "Well, more useless then before..." Finn noticed Ved looking at the girl strangely, and raised an eyebrow.

As Kousei continued to run past the various aisles the girl behind him began shouting, his first instinct was to tell her to shush but then he remembered that there was no point since a horde was already alerted inside the store. He continued to run looking forward but at the same time he yelled back at her since he was a considerable distance away from her.「If I had to guess there are at least six or so survivors in this store alone, that's including me and you.」He paused for a brief moment to think before speaking up again.「We will get into some major trouble if we do not get out of here soon.」

Alice gave a snicker as she realized what Ved meant. If he meant what she thought he meant, then this was going to be a very interesting day. In any case, Alice decided to give a bit of a joke of her own, so to speak. Opening her rucksack, Alice let it hang open, just enough for the contents to be visible. Numerous shoes and piles of clothing could be seen inside, but the highlight of it was . . .

"Well, me and the girls were planning on doing some clothes shopping," she said, shaking the bag a little. "Honestly, you boys and your obsession with explosions. You should try for a more calming hobby~!" Of course, as she was talking, she rummaged through her the clothes and shoes, pulling something out. That something was the beginning of a patchwork piece of armour - it was ridiculous to look at, but also looked surprisingly sturdy. Needless to say, it was made completely out of sown leather shoes and jeans.

"Have you tried taking up knitting? I assure you it takes your mind off things!"

Emma made her way towards the end of the street, once she was there she could see the back of the store. Sighing in relief she quietly made her way to the back of the store parking lot. Swallowing she wasn't completely sure if she should even be out in the open like this. Approaching the store closer she noticed a zombie smirking a little she looked around and saw a pipe picking it up she quietly approached the zombie smacking it on the back of the head a ding quietly echoing as she bashed it's head in, causing it to be completely dead and stay dead.

Dropping the pipe she adjusted the mask and pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. Stepping over the dead zombie she approached the backed door.