(Ping order: Hawkeye. Magyak, Spinosaurus, Iirainbowcat, Jillyana. Answer in this order, and ping ONLY the person behind you so we all stay in the know and in the place.)

The road was difficult enough to walk up let alone roll up. It was enough of a strain that his arms felt weak once he reach a safe stopping point. The man panted as he pulled a water bittle from the pack on the back of his wheel chair. It wasn't much father to his camp out, though it might as well have been miles at this rate. Kyle say back for a moment closing his eyes from the mid morning sun. It was already hot and humid not to mention the air being still. Sweat dripped down his face as he tried to regain his lost breath. The highway was littered with broken cars, not that he could drive one even if they worked, but it was the fact that it was blocking his path making it harder to get to where he was going. The man's camp was just a ways from town, far enough that he wasn't in immediate danger of being seen up close enough that he could go looking for supplies as needed. Regaining a bit of his strength the man started back on wheeling himself along. He was alone, he had been for a while now after the others had left him when he couldn't keep up with them. He couldn't help it that he was slow, it wasn't easy to go fast in one of these chairs in the first place. Now though he was used to it, it was natural not to have anyone to look after. For once he was t being judged either. That was a plus.
It took just a few moments to reach the small camp where he made his way to his shack of a home. It looked more like a box than a house and had once been a barber shop but now it was serving as his home. Inside was his sleep roll where he rested for the night. The pack was hung up on a hook on the wall before the door was locked. The bed roll and a few barber chairs were the only things still in the place though that just made it easier to get into the place. This was home.

Felix groaned.
It wasn't so much the uncleanliness of the place that made him want to retch, as the smoggy, humid air. He'd been living in this shabby, tumbledown shack for--how long now?--at least a week. Decently safe at the back of an old, once well-loved house, now more like a pile of rubble, the tin walls and peaked ceiling were ready to collapse at any second. To say nothing of his already-present "closet problem". Constant anxiety made sleep gradually more and more difficult, and lack of rest sent his mind into an uproar of static confusion. His bones ached.

Quinn's hair was littered with dried grass and twigs, her body smudged with dirt. "Honestly, I need to go find a green house soon. We will starve!" She groaned falling back onto a crumbled wall. As she hung her head with doubt, a twig fell out with a green leaf on it.

Oh poop forgot to ping

Aaliyah Jacksson(Ali) ~~ 25(f) ~~ Groupless ~~ Carrion & Midnight ~~ In the forest

She walked in silence with the two pitchblack dogs next to her, one slightly larger than the other one. The larger one beeing Carrion, a male german shepard togeather with the female, midnight.The twoo dogs trotted back and forth around her as they walked forwards. Her backpack was hanging over her shoulders
and on her left shoulder was her weapon hanging. At the belt in her cammopants was her huntingknife hanging. "Id give my left arm and leg for a house to sleep in." she mumbled as she dodged a branch. As the dogs tensed up As they did she grabbed the baseballbat that was reachable without her removing the backpack. "What is it guys?" she asked, squinting her eyes to see properly but no movements was seen. Cautiously she moved forwards and as they got toa opening she stoped. A ... building? What the hell is that doing here. Cautiously she bent her knees, kneeling and the dogs came up to her. "Go on carrion, search." she whisperd in a low tone. The black german sheppard trotted out into the opening and searched it before signaling that it was safe so slowly she and Midnight followed him into the opening. Once at the house she carefully tried turning the doorhandle but it was locked so no luck there.

Kyle- No group- male- Cabin

The door quivered just as he was about to get into bed. What now? Another dead one to kill? Great. With a sigh the man took the gun from his side holster and readied it to attack before he wheeled over to the door. Carefully he undid the dead bot though not the chain that was holding the door closed. It was a woman standing outside with two rather large dogs at her side. What now? She knew he was here and that he was holding a gun, so what should he do? "This is a bit awkward." He said at last.

(Removing ping order since no one seems to be answering. Just don't get carried away with posts or you will be kicked out)

'I need to get out of here,' Felix thought, even though the very idea of moving made him want to flop onto the ground like a dead fish and just lay there. While the minimal safety and comfort of having four (or rather three and 1/2) walls around you was appealing, he couldn't remain in one place for too long.

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She got up, wiping the dirt and dust off of her. All what she wanted was to go home to her farm, safe and sound like none of this had happened. But, it was miles away. She sighed, rummaging through her bag. She found a apple and a loaf of bread she had been storing for herself, but the others needed some. She put the 3 apples she found on the table and sliced them. She then sliced the loaf of bread with the same knife. She stuck the knife into her bag again.