[u]Desmond Williams[/u]

Desmond gave a sharp nod, but made sure to quickly pack up the food supplies on the table before leaving the house. It was a decent haul, between the two of them, but he just hoped that the new weight wouldn't slow them down as they went to investigate the source of the gunshot. In case of an amassing horde inside of an inclosed space, the last thing Desmond wanted was to be over-encumbered. Nevertheless, he swung his rucksack over his shoulders and, finding the extra weight tolerable, drew his silenced Beretta and proceeded cautiously out into the street. Thankfully, the shot didn't attract any walkers outside the apartment -- in fact, there were hardly any to be found around there -- and he hoped it was the same inside. Moving quietly to the front of the apartment complex, he opened the door and covered the entrance, allowing his companion to enter safely. Though again, he saw nothing. Then, looking closer, he spotted through an open door a splash of red decorating the interior of a room, along with a headless corpse slumped on the floor. The blood hadn't dried, so the kill was recent.
"Probably the first shot," he noted quietly to his partner, before moving closer. As the rest of the hallway came into view, he saw the product of the second shot -- a much cleaner kill than the first. Desmond thought that, perhaps, they were still around. Suddenly, he heard the revving of an motorcycle engine outside cut to a stop, and out of instinct he took cover inside the nearest open room as the outside door opened and a man came running through, followed by a cluster of zombies. In the rush, Desmond was pretty sure that they had not been seen. Making eye contact with his partner, he silently asked if they should intervene, readying his pistol. He was going to help regardless, but he wanted to know if she had his back before he rushed out there and got himself killed. Trust is a hard thing to build in a day, after all.

[u]Douglas Knowles[/u]

To Doug's satisfaction, he heard a soldier come on through the line. The two must have been traveling together -- maybe with others. With that one transmission, Doug's view of their future was looking up. They still had to find Bill and the Rookie, though. But for now, there was nothing wrong with helping folks -- especially folks who may know about the whereabouts of their missing coworkers.
"Captain Krueger, I read you. We're on 8th Street, at the center of town. The road is pretty clear of walkers, and the route into town should be clear for you. Let me know if you have any hiccups, and we'll try our best to help you get here. Stay safe, over."