[i]Put put put put put put put.[/i]
[i]BANG. POP. BANG.[/i]

The shots rang out like a nostalgic Fourth of July celebration. Flashes of red and blue filled the sky, causing Kennedy to reminisce about the days of old when she would run about the streets with a sparkler in one hand and a party popper in the other, the hot July night causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stick to her with just the slightest coating of sweat as a cool breeze would run through the plains. 

Another crack of a firework brought her back to this reality. The one where she could turn into a tiger or a mutant or a fucking T-Rex for that matter, and the one where the dead walked the streets as the living once did. The AR resting comfortably in her hands reminded her that they were a part of a different world now, one that hopefully had more survivors than the few that had been hold up in this casino. 

She did as the others were tasked to do, cautiously acting as a scout or rescue unit in the delightful event that Bushwhacker's little explosive display had drawn the attention of anyone else around the City that had managed to survive. Kennedy could already hear the moans and grunts of the zombies beginning to get agitated by the loud blasts above. The black rifle in her hands was steadily brought to her shoulder as she stepped forward, ready to fight whatever may come her way. 

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[i]BANG. POP. BANG.[/i]

The sudden detonations shook Liam from the sleep that he had ever so briefly fallen into. From the sixth floor of a now abandoned apartment complex, he jolted awake and in one swift motion raised the 9mm that had been resting in his palms to scan the immediate area for any threats. An unnatural glow came flowing in from the windows of the apartment he had taken refuge in, casting an eerie aura across the young man's exhausted face. Dark bags now lay underneath eyes that once held a bright green glow, and a dark shadow of facial hair was taking over a face that used to hold a clean shaven and sharply chiseled jaw. The glow from the fireworks outside almost made the man look like he belonged with the crowd of undead out in the streets. 

Blinking several times to clear his vision, Liam was finally able to read what the bright words spelled out across the sky before they disappeared into a faint glowing shadow across the star spangled sky. [i]Survivors?[/i] It made him skeptical, especially considering the amount of trouble they had gone through to draw attention not only to themselves, but to every zombie likely within a five mile radius. Still, he was running low on supplies and he was unfamiliar with the area. He had to leave his truck behind some miles back in a horde situation, and now traveling by foot, he didn't see a better option. 

Cautiously, he checked that his pistol clip was full and that his second clip was ready to go before he grabbed his pack and headed for the fire escape. The road was beginning to almost churn with zombie activity, a few well placed shots from the first level of the fire escape cleared the way enough for Liam to hit the pavement with a clear path and a running start towards the source of the fireworks show.