"Then let's go." With that the man stood and exited the home through the back. "Keep low, we can get to the road and head on west from there." Hopefully they could do so without drawing too much attention. It didn't help that his own backpack was bright orange...

Kenneth followed, "I suggest rubbing mud on that eye sore you call a pack, no offense, Steve. I don't need to have to shoot any other survivors, unless I have to, to keep 'em away."

Liam continued to sprint around, shooting any undead he saw, he knew the sound caused the zombies to come near it, but it was an easier way to kill. He decided to go across a shortcut, so he wouldnt have to waste any bullets. He ran down the alley, coming across a completely dead and quiet street, with dozens of scattered, dead bodies, he resisted the urge to puke, and kept going. He came across a row of homes, and something also seemed peculiar about it. All the doors were shut, and the windows were closed, maybe someone had been in there? Then he heard something, either he was going crazy, or something just talked. He started sprinting towards the direction, maybe he could finally find people, and wouldnt be alone anymore.

He stopped walking when he heard the gun shots grow close. Damn it! If they got much closer Sammie was going to wake up and start crying! He was out of ideas...they just needed to get going. "Come on this way, we should be able to get to the road from this direction." He said pointing to a nearby hedge that separated the homes from the highway.

Kenneth nodded, his rifle readied to attack anything that dared jump them, and hurried on towards the hedge.

Liam's heart sunk as he emerged out of the houses yard. He thought he was going crazy, and he probably was. He decided to maybe try calling out, as if it would help, but he could at least try. He had been alone far too long.
" Hello? Are there any survivors out here? " He yelled out as loudly as he could. He put a hand to his forehead.

This is it... I'm finally going crazy.... He thought hopelessly in his mind.

Blue followed. She hated guns. They were loud and attracted attention. She sighed. She shrugged. Oh well... she mumbled.

Kenneth froze at the sound of a mans voice. "Steven." Kenneth hissed turning on his heel. "Someone's out there. By the sound of it they're alone."

"Well if they are there we can't just leave them to die" Ne replied grabbing his dagger out."So ya'll want to head to the tree base or..." he asked.The owl(Hark) did a small hoot

"Where have you been for our entire conversation? We are moving on, to the next city on the map. If we don't get to the coast when the boat comes then we are as good as dead. Best get a move on sooner than later." His tone was a tad bit harsh, though he honestly didn't mean to snap. The wound on his side throbbed, adding to his irritability. As something flashed through his line of sight he suddenly stopped in his tracks, raising the rifle. It was a young man, and one that didn't seem infected, dashing towards them. He wasn't sure as to their motive, or if they wished to harm them. There wasn't enough time to find out. "That's far enough! One more step and you will lose a leg. I won't ask a second time." Steven didn't like shoot people but he didn't want to risk Sammie's safety at the moment.