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lol, don't you think that makes it a little too easy to figure it out? Given their situation they are both bound to get a few cuts ^^

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I was thinking in addition to the feathers the aliens would have sort of hollow bones (like birds) making them faster and more agile but also more fragile which is the reason for the armor.

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Once they were near the outskirts they slowed their pace and he stopped. His understanding of cars was sort of vague, though they weren’t nearly as elaborate systems as the crafts his people manned. One was abandoned nearby- partially over the curb, the driver side door open and he made his way over to that promising piece of work. The moment he peered in however, he reeled back because from its depths a zombie lunged. He ducked sideways and the zombie tumbled over him- scrambling upright as it hit the pavement to run at Cassie instead of him (despite him being closer) and he knew it wasn’t because he jumped upon the hood of the car to get away from it. He jumped, kicking the zombie in the head and driving it to the asphalt. “We are taking the car.” He lifted the crow bar and smashed the unfortunate zombie’s head in.

No more appeared upon the death of their comrade and he drew back with a wary air before hurrying to the car. “I hope you know how to operate one of these things.” He commented while getting into the passenger side and shutting the door. Fortunately the key was in the ignition- unfortunately there was a bad smell coming from the back. While he took a quick look the only sign there had been something foul was some dried blood. With a small groan of displeasure he rolled down his window for some fresh air.

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“Alrighty then.” That wasn’t exactly what he had meant but now that they had that in the open things were bound to go more smoothly. “Nothing to worry about as long as you don’t have a twitchy trigger finger.” Not really a good way to instill trust but at least he knew where she stood. Even though he was probably the last person on the planet she wanted to point that at right now- given the fact that he wanted to save the human race. Couldn’t blame her for not knowing that.

He followed her down the ramp with their feet ringing against the steel. Almost immediately they gathered the attention of a number of zombies who had sniffed out Cassie the moment she emerged. “Okay, go time.” He whispered to her before hopping over the railing to drop the remainder and land beside her as she turned to run. The zombies stumbled after them, hindering themselves with their sloppy movements mid stride. They got clear of them in no time. When Cassie made to scale the fence Rex weaved his fingers together and thrust them under the girl’s foot, launching her over the top. Then he leapt a portion of the way up and followed her over.

The zombies slammed into the chain link a few moments later and he glanced backwards with a wiry smile as the two of them began to run once more. If they kept this up they shouldn’t run into any ’aliens’.

Of course he spoke to soon as he noticed the clacking footfalls of armored asirans. He slid around a corner and then jerked backwards to grab Cassie yanking her towards him. Shoving her against the wall he held one finger up to his lips in a gesture he knew to mean ’silent’. The group was coming uncomfortably close to their current spot but when they were nearly upon them- something down a different alley must have caught their attention since they turned and footfalls faded rapidly.

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“No, if you’re on that end you’re on the wrong one.” While she had been gathering up her belongings he had been listening for sound of his people closing in on their location. He could vaguely hear them in the distance- zombie flesh scattering like the pop of firecrackers. The zombies were not their target though in this slow sweep. There was still time for them to get clear of here. “If we are lucky we’ll be able to skirt around them.”

Before they stepped out he unfolded a map and smoothed it out against the door. “We are going to try and stick to this general route.” He explained, running his finger down a pre-drawn line. “There’s probably going to be a lot of zombies given the time of day but-” He shrugged his shoulders “just don’t let them bite you, alright? In fact getting out of this airport is going to probably going to be one of the toughest bit. So I propose we do a lap around the runway then jump the fence.”

He paused “well, let me know if I’m over thinking this?” He tucked the map away once more and drew the crowbar from his own back pack. “Anything you need to get off your chest before we step out into that?”

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"Nope, that's why I wanted your opinion on it." He had no story to tell her about his childhood involving airplanes. He wasn't even human. He supposed he could lie about his past but didn't want to step on his own feet down the road. Assuming that was the right phrase... "I hear it's not all that exciting anyhow. Lots of screaming kids and nothing to eat but cheaply packaged peanuts."

"As for the aliens, well don't you think they are looking to snuff out the remaining one percent. Probably want to take over the world." He finished stuffily "speaking of which we might want to get out of here. Those aliens are out there with guns ablazing and its not just zombies they are aimin' for. You should pack up your things and come with me. I'm heading north." His people weren't to fond of the cold and zombies didn't function to well in it so it was probably a win win. "I hear its safer up that way."

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The door came open rather suddenly and the girl stood, dangerous with that human pistol in hand. An awkward second passed but only the briefest of moments before he was pulled through the threshold. Door clunking shut and latch clicking down. He straightened from the sudden off balancing, grumbling: "About time, any longer and I probably would have been mauled." He was under the impression she hadn't been listening to that though as her gaze moved towards him. Wary, not suspicious, he noted. "My name is Rex." It sounded like she expected a more meaningful response. Probably something that explained why, how he was here when she wasn't expecting anything but zombies and aliens- even if he was the later. "I saw you running and realized you weren't a zombie so tailed you." He shrugged his shoulders. "I hadn't really seen any other humans around here and then those ships showed up... today has been a bit of a disaster."

He had studied human culture and language (the second wasn't so different than their own) so hoped he wouldn't use inaccurate terms or outdated slang. He thought he had a pretty good grasp. "So, while on introductions, who are you?" He did want a meaningful response, something that explained why she wasn't infected but he knew he didn't word that for more than a name. He turned away from her and moved further into the plane as one of the zombies threw itself against the door with a thud. "Do you live here?" The was some clothes stacked on the seats and a few small personal belongings. "You know people tend to gather at airports, you think you would have chosen somewhere more secluded."

"Mind if I sit down?" He questioned before leaning back in one of the chairs. "I can't believe people use to ride around in these." He pulled the latch and lowered the back of the chair, making himself comfortable. "You ever ride one before?"

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Sounds fun.

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Wow, Halloween really got stretched =p

I won't be able to post much tomorrow- I work most of the day.

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I guess this must be a busy weekend for you.