[u]Tia [/u]
A small smile slid onto Tia’s face as she saw the small mouse scurry down the road again. The young smuggler was a careful one, Tia noted the first time the small, mouse-like girl of about eighteen or nineteen scurried down the street with a nearly empty backpack. Deciding to let the mouse go the first time, Tia was glad that her decision paid off as she saw that the careful mouse’s bag was much fuller this time around. Even though the mouse was a careful and patient one by slowly moving down the street, stopping often to survey the scene in front of her, Tia knew that she was in a good position six stories up in which she could go undetected. Now it was just a waiting game until the small mouse came close enough to take down right in front of the entrance of the building she was in. 

As the small mouse came closer and into view Tia noticed how firmly she held her rifle, as if she was afraid of a sudden attack from either an infected or a hunter as herself. Fear. Once of the many enemies and weaknesses for a person. Tia remembered how fear treated her years ago as well as the years before the infected emerged. In small quantities it was a useful tool and enemy to stay alive but too much as the girl had was dangerous and could be a fatal flaw in survival. But luckily for the girl, she wouldn’t have to live in a life of fear for much longer. 

Steadying her edge of her rifle on the edge of the window, Tia aimed for the girl. Just as she was about to shoot, she noticed the girl suddenly stop in her tracks and with the appearance of looking like she was about to bolt, Tia knew something was wrong. However before the mouse could scurry away, a loud shot was heard followed by a few more rounds as the mouse collapsed and a older man headed towards the body.

“Seriously? What does that idiot think he’s doing?” Tia mumbled under her breath, hatred obviously laced with her words as she dropped her rifle and made her way down the stairs as she pulled her handgun out of its holster. This little mouse was hers and she wasn’t going to let that man take that away from her. 

“What in hell’s name do you think you’re doing?” Tia yelled aiming her handgun at the man as she walked out of the building. Seeing that the man was moving his rifle towards her, she didn’t wait for him to give a response nor warn him to lower his weapon. Firing a single shot as his leg, she watched as the man stumbled forwards and fall to the ground as a string of profanity escaped his lips. With his weapon on the ground, Tia kicked it to the side so that it was out of the man’s reach. “Now tell me, what in the world are you thinking shooting up my target and trying to take my supplies from her.” With her gun pointed at the man’s head, she looked at the man with an unwavering glare. 

“Heh, your target? Your supplies? I didn’t see your name anywhere on her claiming that she was yours.” The man said through gritted teeth as he looked up at Tia. “Not everyone has the spunk to charge up against a man like me, I like it. Instead of fighting against each other, we should team up. We could get a lot more done together instead of working by ourselves. What do you say?”

“Seriously, is that how you’re going to plead for your life? Ask me to team up with you?” Tia said with a raised eyebrow as she observed the man and looked at his supplies. He was decently build and would be strong against the infected and other people and from the rifle he had, she knew that she could get ammunition that would work for her gun, especially since she was running low. “However, I can see how you’re right, it could be beneficial for both of us.” Tia watched as a spark of hope lit the man’s face. Crouching down by the man so that the two were face to face, she continued to speak. “However, there are two issues I see here. First, you’re injured and that going to slow me down as well as use a bunch of my supplies. Secondly,” Tia said as she raised her gun and shot the man in his head. Standing back up, Tia looked down at the man lying on the ground. “I don’t trust others.”

Moving towards the female, Tia quickly searched through her bag knowing that she wouldn’t have much time before either an infected stumbled onto her or someone else. Most of the stuff were useless for her such as cigarettes and other items that might be useful within the quarantine zone or as a smuggler but it brought no help to her trying to survive on the outside. However, she liked the girl’s backpack and after emptying all the useless items moved towards the man and searched through his supplies. After collecting all the ammo and a few things of food and a few things to add to her first aid kit, she made her way upstairs to collect the rest of her stuff. She was disappointed that she couldn’t take a shot at the mouse but the items she had gotten from the man even things out. Who knows, at this rate she might be lucky enough to find another target.

[u]Cameron[/u]
Four days. It was still hard for him to believe the events that happened four days ago. Every morning since that day, he hoped that he would wake up and find his uncle besides him, keeping the night shift as he normally did and that the events that occurred was only a dream but was disappointed each morning to find out that his hopeful wish was nothing more than a wishful desire. When Cameron heard that he was able to go with is uncle on a job, he never thought things would end up as they did. Now he was alone and without knowledge of how to get back home and what made things difficult was that he was now without food, eating the last of the meager bit he carried last night. Many times he was tempted to go back and see if he could find his uncle and grab the supplies and food he had but the danger that was involved and with the fact that his supplies probably were already looted, he knew that it would be useless. He had hoped to find an animal or something that he could cook and eat like some sort of survivor man he heard his uncle talk about in the past about the types of tv shows he used to watch but his survival skill was far from superb, leaving him hungry. 

From what Cameron heard from his uncle, he knew that there was a quarantine zone somewhere nearby but without know the way in, he know it would a bad idea to try and seek it out without the right paperwork. As he scanned the surroundings, the boy froze as he saw a man in the distance make his way towards him. From his uncle, he knew that other people were a danger and it was best to avoid them unless he knew he could stand up against them if the situation called for it. Being a bad shot with the shotgun and without much experience, he knew that hiding would probably be the best option until the man was out of sight. 

Making his way towards the bushes, Cameron crouched down out of view and waited for the man to pass by. Steadying his breath the best he could, Cameron waited as he could hear his heart pounding what seemed too loud for him. After what seemed like a long time, the man was still not in view and Cameron wondered if the man decided to go another way. Creeping forwards so that he could see, he saw that the man was much closer than he thought he was and as he moved back into position, he heard the leaves besides him rustle. A visible wince crossed Cameron’s face as he hoped that the man didn’t hear the leaves but as the man reached for his gun, Cameron knew it was very unlikely. With his gun resting on the ground he knew that reaching for it would make more noise and could bring more danger. Gripping his hunting knife, Cameron slid it out of its sheath in case the man started to make his way towards him, not noticing the glare it made from the sun. If he was quiet enough, Cameron hoped that that the man would walk away without bringing any conflict.