[center][h1][color=0072bc]Ethan Blackledge[/color][/h1][/center]

Ethan and Jason been running down the road for around ten or fifteen minutes now going at a quick speed as they wanted to meet up with the rest of the group. They’d started to make a big gap between themselves and the Horde now as well. They were out of sight and only another twenty minutes away from the exit, fifteen if they could keep up this pace. The Highway had started to bend away from the coast now, heading inland. Jason broke the silence and said, [color=007236]“Did you set a rendezvous with your group?”[/color] Sounding like he hadn’t even started jogging yet.

[color=0072bc]“No, but they’re heading to San Clemente, it’s the next exit off the Highway and Alex will stay on the outskirts of the town.”[/color] Ethan replied a bit more fatigued than the Navy Seal.  

Before Jason could reply though a shout came out behind them, [color=00a651]“Stop, please I need help.”[/color]

[i]Nikki![/i] Was Ethans first thought, until he took in the accent. It wasn’t one he’d heard for years. It was thick with a scouse twang, Ethan didn’t expect someone from Liverpool to be in California. Ethan stopped and turned around to see a girl coming out of the woods with a limp. Ethan put his hands on his head taking in deep breaths, slightly annoyed, he wanted to make sure his group and his daughter was fine and this was only going to set them back. [color=0072bc]“Fuck.”[/color] Ethan said under his breath, only Jason would have been able to hear. [color=0072bc]“Come on Jason.”[/color] He quickly ran over to the girl and put her arm around his shoulder and continued to move down the road, [color=0072bc]“We don’t have time for introductions."[/color] His northern accent clear.

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