The woman almost jumped, nearly striking the man with her pistol. Luckily, she stopped herself.

"Jesus, man. Don't jump at me like that!" She chastised, looking back at the beast.

The car was successfully ripped from the beast; coated in a thick layer of black, gelatinous substance, and various pieces of mutated flesh. As various bullets found their way into its multitude of heads, it began to drag itself away in defeat, leaving a trail of the viscous substance as its heads whined and shrieked in pain.

"Looks like we successfully managed to make it sad."

Where was Fucker Joe when the gunshots rang out?

Corpsing some poor fucker, the fucker in question had been fucking with the wrong survivor. Joe brought down The Corpser on his skull, throwing gore into the air as the man fell limp under the bat. "Fuck you." The old man spit as the younger, scrawny twig of a bandit let go of the glass shard in his hand. It had not been the first time Fucker Joe had to corpse someone else than the runaway slaves, yet it started to feel like normal. Like oxygen in his filters death seemed to surround him, if it wasn't him killing someone it was someone killing someone else.

The man was quickly searched before his blood ruined the goods on him. Their wasen't much on him regardless, perhaps with the gunshots nearby there would be the salvation he was looking for. Or more corpses to loot, perhaps. There wasn't much to go off of, considering the situation. Adjusting his tie, he made forthwith through the snow.

@DeadDrop
Biff chalked the whispers to a gust of wind or something of the like. He trudged forth towards the gunshots, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a figure wandering in the snow. He raised a hand to his forehead to block the sun, despite there being clouds in the sky and that he was wearing aviators. He confirmed it, there was someone up ahead.

Biff got down low and took a few deep drags from his cigar, then dropped it in the snow next to him, placing another between his lips. He stood up and put on his GAME FACE, stepping towards the figure before him, unaware of how TWISTED the fucker in front of him truly was.

@scifidude47
"I don't think being sad has anything to do with it...", Lucas stared at the grotesque thing crawl away, he closed his eyes and let out a WHOOP! "Just letting you know, I have never fought nor wanted to fight one of those things ever since... well, everything. Not to mention you're the first face I've seen since the beginning.", he sat down next to the frozen car and scanned the area, there were a few other faces around which surprised him, his first encounter with other people and it's with this many. "It looks like we're not alone.", Lucas stood again and pulled seven more bullets from his pouch, counting each and making sure they were the correct type, he then inserted those bullets into the rifle.

@badguy28

Nana

Cat was eating a garbage. Her singing misted the insight of her mask visor. Orb was glowing.Her fingers crocheting and her mind couldn´t decide how to continue with her delicate undergarments. Should she make it more comfortable or more seductive? Or should she be thinking on a potential gentlemen in need of cozy sleeve briefs? In shape of an elephant for example? She used to make these a lot. Pretty hot staff on her etsy page.

Her morning routine was interrupted by a noise. Patricia and her cat sense tingling on maximum! She was bristled like a puff fish. Her eyes burning with demonic intensity. Her small sharp teeth uncovered, ready to assault and kill mutant or even disturbing morning breeze. She did it a lot. Attacking wind. As wind was Patricia´s enemy number one. Bad wind constantly pulling her tail, making her run around like crazy for no reason at all. With was torturer and cheeky bitch.

“What´s that Patricia?"
Cat didn´t answer. She always did answer when it was wind who bothered her.
“What´s that glowing orb?”
Silence was her answer as the glowing orb was mesmerized by new coming presence.
“Hello? Who are you? Where are?” Do you need help? If you have coins Nana has wares for sale! Sock! In this environment good socks are essential!”

It was only than when she realized some commotion, gun fire and who knows what in the distance. She made a mental note to herself that in her next raids she needs to get a hearing aid.

@baranica@DeadDrop

Biff turned around after hearing Nana's voice, just a dozen meters from Fucker Joe in all his TWISTED glory. He seemed pleasantly surprised for a moment to see another companion, but his face suddenly became sullen.

As quick as lightning, Biff drew his pistols and raised them to both of the figures, standing between them. "Hold the phone, busters. I know what this is. You fuckers are sleepers trying to shock and cock me, aren't you? I've dealt with your kind in Tunisia, and it won't happen again. Hands where I can see them, meatwads."

"Kitty, look it's sad." said the boy with his own sense of melancholy and a big frown. "Meanies!" he softly cursed as he gathered his things and climbed back to the ground.

Keeping to the junk piles and the shelter of broken debris, the boy began stealthfully making his way towards the scene of violent commotion while attempting to keep himself hidden from all the others, but there were so many of them, all meanies too!

He wanted to follow the many headed slime creature and see if he could help it. He hadn't seen one like that before. But first he had to get past all the mean people with their guns.

@Zapdos@RumikoOhara@HumanMusic

Cato watched as the kid came over to him. Very trusting he thought to himself, he knelt down as the boy came to stand behind him so that he could hear him better.

“Thanks for not shooting, mister. I can’t fight much, but I could clean your rifle or something after this?” the boy said by way of introduction.

Cato considered the boys words. Shoot him? Why on earth would he have shot him? Oh well, getting his rifle given a once-over seemed like a good prospect. 'Don't worry kid' he said in his somewhat raspy voice, made all the more distorted by his gas mask, 'Stick with me, I could use a mechanic and from the looks of things' he glanced at the boy's ride 'you need someone to watch you back'.

“that girl’s walking kinda weird, don’t you think?” the boy said suddenly.

At that Cato turned back to observe the figure of the woman he seen drop from the bus confidently advancing towards him. At this he stood up and pulled himself up to his full height taking his rifle in both hands. She looks harmless enough he thought looks he qualified to himself. He'd been tricked in the past and he wasn't keen to be tricked again but she seemed harmless enough. 'That's close enough ma'am, mind telling me what you want?' he said addressing her, trying to place himself between both the area where the mutant had been, the advancing woman and the boy.

He noted that near where the creature had died the woman had been joined by another man, clearly he was the other shooter. Though it seemed he was rather reluctant. So many Cato thought to himself where have they all been? He started to whistle as he waited for the woman's answer, continuing the bars of Yellow Submarine.

@Karos



Pam watched the others careful to observe social cues knowing that perceiving yourself in power and having the group accept it were related but vastly different in dynamics. Confidence and quick decision making a must but there were also other factors, factors she’d learned on her climb up the pole. She had survived the drugs and the creeps and the bullies and the only one she trusted was herself and whoever she could manipulate; the last only as far as she could see them.

They used to call Pam’s schooling “The school of hard knocks” and she had graduated valedictorian and before it all hit the fan was on the rise to a career in Vegas where until her looks failed she’d planned on making her fortune but that had gone to shit. Her dreams had been shattered replaced by this ugly world but she was a survivor and she was going to live no matter what she had to do.

What an odd question, I saw and heard the comtion and wondered what was going on and hoping to help said Pam using just enough volume to be heard and not so loud as she might come across as shrill.

I’m alone and it's not safe to be alone in this world so I was so hoping that I could hook up with a group because the last one I was with headed out into the waste and haven’t returned…...If...if you want I can leave she added finishing her statement

Before Cato addressed Pam, Calvin addressed the man. “Sure, that sounds cool,” he happily said. He was going to add more, but Cato had asked the woman a question, so Calvin wasn’t going to interrupt right now. He didn’t know his new travel companion very well, but the fact that he was between the kid and a potential (if unlikely) aggressor was a good sign. Maybe this guy would want to help him find the family Jeep? Maybe Calvin should learn this guy’s name before asking him to commit to something big like that though. First things first.

Listening to the woman’s response, the boy couldn’t help but feel like something was off. He didn’t feel like he was in any danger (although that could’ve been because someone else was in front of him), but Calvin thought that something was strange about this lady.

Even so, he didn’t want to potentially leave someone alone to their death. Instead, he inserted himself into the conversation, saying “lady, I almost got stabbed once ‘cause I offered to fix someone’s truck, so it’s not that odd. Still, my new acquaintance can decide if you come with us or not.”

Looking at Cato, Calvin asked “what do you think?”

@baranica@DeadDrop

Biff turned around after hearing Nana's voice, just a dozen meters from Fucker Joe in all his TWISTED glory. He seemed pleasantly surprised for a moment to see another companion, but his face suddenly became sullen.

As quick as lightning, Biff drew his pistols and raised them to both of the figures, standing between them. "Hold the phone, busters. I know what this is. You fuckers are sleepers trying to shock and cock me, aren't you? I've dealt with your kind in Tunisia, and it won't happen again. Hands where I can see them, meatwads."

Fucker Joe laughs, a laugh that had not been heard since the days by the water cooler. "Watch it, fucker. All I want to see is those guns hit the floor now. Or you'll be breathing out a third nostril - now what's your move?" He says holding the CORPSER in his hand, the corpser - dripping with flesh blood. This was a sight to be seen, it was unprecedented in this day and age. Fucker Joe let out a hefty laugh at the man in front of him, his gas mask echoing the sentiment. A sign of what's to come, perhaps? Regardless, Fucker Joe stayed still - perhaps he didn't want to die that very instant but the old corporate dog heeded to the rat's command.

Only time would tell if this fucker would fuck up Fucker Joe, but one thing is for certain.

He won't be corpsed easily...

Cato listened to the woman's response. He knew that she hadn't planned on helping, one doesn't skulk away when looking to help people. Then again it probably wasn't a good idea to mention that he thought.

At this point his new friend chipped in, he listened attentively to the boy's story. 'Quite true little man' he said turning and crouching down to rest a hand on the boy's shoulder, 'But I think she's alright, just someone trying to get by.'

Finishing his chat with Calvin he turned back to Pam 'You're more than welcome to follow along ma'am but I'm not some grunt listening to a colonel got it? I'm my own man, happy with that?' He offered his hand to shake as he finished speaking.

'And uh, what are your names?' he added looking at the two figures, before starting to whistle sunny afternoon to himself.

@RumikoOhara@Zapdos

@Karos@Zapdos



Pam could tell by how easily the man turned to the child that she was in for a bit of work to gain a foot hold in the group but she'd had to do it before and challenges were fun after a fashion because they occupied her mind.

I'm called Pam she said answering the question as she looked around the area her polarized mask lenses cutting the glare take came from all directions and washed out colors, what colors there were.

She knew from experience one mutant attack usually drew in either robbers or scavengers and neither one was wanted as an encounter.

@Karos @RumikoOhara

Cato probably couldn’t see it, but Calvin smiled when he said that this new girl was alright. This man seemed trustworthy, so Calvin would let this woman into their new group for now. He did notice that Pam didn’t answer one of Cato’s questions though. Something to keep in the back of his head, Calvin supposed.

After the woman introduced herself, Calvin said “I’m Calvin” and held out his hand for a handshake as well in Cato’s direction (since Pam didn’t seem to want to shake hands), asking him “what’s your name?”

Calvin glanced over Cato’s shoulder and saw a school bus that looked to be in fairly good shape. While the kid was paying attention to the older man, Calvin had to wonder if the engine worked. If so, their new group had a new ride, and if not...their new group would have a new ride soon enough.

@HumanMusic

The woman nods, checking her pistol's magazine.

"No need to assume they're not friendly, like you. From what I've seen, most humans have a habit of being nice to each other, what with us being an endangered species and all." She said, though her eyes scanned the surrounding ruin.

"Something tells me if we see anyone else, we wait for them to start shooting first." She continued, but in a complete 180 turn of mood, she stuck a hand out to the man.

Call me Misty. No, not the Pokemon."

@scifidude47
"Misty... nice, wouldn't have thought about Pokemon.", Lucas shook the outstretched hand, "Lucas Dane, yeah, like the viking.", Lucas chuckled.
Lucas wondered what time it was and wether or not he should sit down for lunch, it was hard to tell with the sky so dull, instead he just took a sip from his canteen, it tasted like ass but it was water.
"You hungry?", Lucas decided he should base eating on wether or not he was hungry, which he was, but with his newfound friend he wondered if she even had food.

@Zapdos@RumikoOhara

'I'm Cato' Cato said in response to Calvin's question. Cato... Cato... Cato he thought to himself. He'd found the name on a book in the cabin he'd woken up in. Unable to remember any other name he decided to take it as his own. Unfortunately he couldn't find anything out about the other Cato, only the front page of the book had survived being burnt leaving any answers sadly out of his reach.

He shook his head snapping himself out of his recollection. Gunfire, fighting, and the screams of beasts always drew attention. Better move he thought.

'Pam you any good in a fight?' he asked looking at the woman 'I get the feeling we'll have company soonish.' He turned back to Calvin and stooping down again asked him 'Calvin is you ride wrecked? We could do with a way out of here little man once we deal with the other people running about.'

When he finished speaking he grabbed his rifle in both hands and moved up to the bus he'd seen Pam in, trying to get an angle on where the car had crashed and the woman had been standing, whistling to himself all the while.

Cato, huh? Calvin knew that name, but just as he was going to say something about it, the man asked him about getting a new ride.

“Well, it’s wrecked for sure, so we’ll need a new one,” Calvin said, walking alongside Cato as he talked. The Taurus was totaled, so the kid had to wonder how much Cato knew about cars. Maybe the man was just being nice though. As they got to the bus, he added “I think we have a similar idea of what to do here.” Calvin then opened the doors to get on the bus and started looking for the keys. He could hotwire it if needed, but it would save some work if the keys were still around.

In fact, they were under the driver’s seat. Maybe the previous driver of the bus was in a rush and didn’t care about if he had the keys or not. Whatever the reason was didn’t really matter though. Now Calvin could test the bus to see if it started. Turning the keys, he heard a thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk noise. It wasn’t ideal, but at least the bus could be made to work, which was the goal.

Unfortunately, there was one obstacle that Calvin couldn’t surpass on his own; he was definitely too short to access the vehicle’s engine by himself. And since Cato was probably guarding the area or on lookout for something, the boy would need someone else’s help.

Getting out of the bus, Calvin yelled in Pam’s direction “hey Pam! Think you could give me a lift? I need to see the bus’s engine!”

@HumanMusic

She nods, taking a small back from her body and opening a pocket, taking out a chocolate bar and some M&Ms.

"Yeah, running does take the energy out of ya." She says, biting through the plastic wrapping of the chocolate bar, biting off a piece of the chocolate inside.

"So what brought you here?" She asks, offering some M&Ms.

@Karos@Zapdos



Pam was keeping an eye out for any other mutants who might think about investigating all the gunfire in the off chances they might attack and eat a weakened target who’d been injured in the fight; it was an opportunistic view of predation but it was sound view based on what she knew of predators. She had no desire to get into a fight that she could avoid by simply leaving the area when she heard the boy (Calvin) call out “Hey Pam! Think you could give me a lift? I need to see the bus’s engine!”

Pam sighed then turned to the boy saying Sure, I hope you can get this thing running because the longer we stay where so much noise has been made the greater the chance something nasty will show up Then she cupped her hands thankful she had on gloves to protect them from the soil on the boys shoes offering him a step