@Frengo No need for a posting order, just try not to paint the entire IC your colours, that's all.

In other words, go right ahead.

Yeah, zombie mattress, uh huh.

@KahleenCuthald

Speeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell check! Hehe.

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Did I make many mistakes? (totally trying my best, but not English you know) xx

@KahleenCuthald No, only a few. I don't care at all, but I'm sure you'd rather I tell you. Don't think that I am trying to demean your post - it's good :)

Alexan finsihed her bag of chips and just tossed the empty bag behind herself.
She put the binoculars down from her eyes and thought about this whole mess for a moment.
The sun shined bright, the water reflected the light beautifully, there were cotton white clouds in the sky - nothing seemed like the end of the world kinda type. But it was, wasn't it?

Mother Nature has had enough of those stubborn, selfish humans. And only the strong ones would maybe survive.
The woman grabbed her travel bagpack from the side and peeked inside. She has taught herself to often check her weapons, so she'd always be prepared. It all first started when the Black Snakes came for her. She was hiding out, never staying longer at one place than necessary. Lexa had forced herself to the routine; morning - gun check, patron check, safety trigger check, mind games - middle of the day - gun check, patron check, safety trigger check, mind games - evening - gun check, patron check, safety trigger check, prepare to be in danger in the middle of the night.
Slowly this has turned into her little habit. She checked her gun all around, made sure there was no issue, she checked the patrons and pulled the safety trigger back and forth, she aimed at the bridge to test her eye sight on distance.

"Fuuuucccckkkkk!"

Lexa took the gun down, but hold a grib on the trigger. What was that? Stupid question. Who was that? Why did they scream, basically begging the monsters to find them?!

She took the binoculars back to her eyes and duck down on the boat. Not gonna risk being seen.
First she thought the old man had screamed, but a look at the bridge told her differently.

It would make no sense that a grandpa could struggle down an army type of guy if he didn't have a benifit. Figuring the only benefit an old guy could have against a gun would be the surprise moment, she decided the scream put the military-fool out of concept.

She lowerd the binoculars and searched the area with her bare eyes, but she couldn't find the source of the screaming. Alexan did make out something else though, something quiet unpleasing. The loud yelling had brought attention to their surroundings; the dead's attention.

A dozen or so of the dead were reaching out their arms, hungrily opening their mouths and with anticipation seeking for the flesh of the living.
And the two man on the bridge were not only exposed, but weren't even aware of the upcoming danger. They both were too focused on each other to notice that they had other problems to care about right now.

Lexa groaned at herself for wanting to get up and murder some already dead people. The silence on the boat had it's downside, she noticed. Her finger lingered on the trigger of the gun, she was eager to squeeze it and see a body fall to the ground and stop moving. But gun-use would be her death. It would only make another loud noise and she couldn't afford that.

"Damn you, Lex, you never learn it." She put the gun into the gun-belt around her waist after making sure it was secured. The dark-haired woman grabbed herself a rather large knife out of her pocket, throw her backpack over her shoulders and silently stepped off the boat to sneak up at the dead one by one.

She was sure her plan to make this all go smooth wouldn't work out. But she didn't care right now. There were two other people - maybe three if that scream-person was still around - to help her out. And in fact, if it really went badly, she was sure she could get away.

She was always sure she could get away.

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Finished, Held, Grip, Lowered and Threw.

@KahleenCuthald Sorry if that seemed teacher-like :)

@Frengo let's see how that plays out with Lexa and Woodhouse meeting each other;)