"The Soviet Union." Buddy says turning to look out the window, the only one left open. "I heard it yes but I can't see it."

Jojo runs down the street the smoke buring his eyes. He coughs not able to breathe yet can't afford to stop running. Zombies at least twenty of them limped behind him, a tad bit faster than Jojo himself was able to limp. His leg had been cut in the explosion of the building, a large piece of metal rebar jutting from the side of it causing him to slow down. He needed safety, to be out of the smoke, to be at home! He falls crying out as the metal strikes the ground clanking. "Oh god no! Help!" He yells in a last attempt to save himself.

"Isn't that like, Russia?" Yeah, Russians. Sterotypically, they were the kind of people who were slightly badass and strict and all, but Caroline didn't really go with the stereotype flow.

Oh, perfect! He almost had half his arm blown off. Which he almost did, but luckily didn't. His shoulder was probably badly dislocated from the blast. What a nice day. As he dragged himself up, he spotted a medium sized horde of zombies a few meters ahead of him. Well, whoever set off the explosion certainly wasn't able to kill off the zombies, which sucked. Oh well. Michael heard a weak shout from the front lines of the mob. Too bad. He was outta here. But as he quietly ran behind the undead, there was a lilliputian silicin wire leading under building debris. There was a very, very faint beep and Michael quickly skidded to the other and threw himself into an already shattered window, where he saw a man was a very bloody leg, just as the explosion released some very white light, an extremely audio boom a few seconds after. He really screwed up.

"Yes that is what you Americans call Russia but it has not been that way in a long time. " Buddy answers as he looks out the window still. "Wonder what happened..."

Jojo nearly jumped out of his skin when the man his age came through the window. "Who are..." His sentence was lost in the light not to mention the sound. He closed his eyes a bit too late as well as covered his ears. His screams filled the night as his ears rang.

(Michael is 12... Does no one read forms anymore? xD)

"Mhmm.... Maybe we should go and take a look?" But if they did, they might get hurt as well, doing no one any good. "Your call."

Michael winced as the boom thundered through the building, a few loose beams rattling and one came down near him and he quickly sat up, a wave of nausea coming over him. Man, his left arm pretty screwed up, but not as bad compared to the man's leg, who had screamed. Sure looked painful. There was a chunk of metal lodged in his leg and it was bleeding. A lot. Michael slowly stood up and staggered to the man. Other than his arm, he was mostly okay, despite some bruises and scratches.
"Can you hear me."

Buddy looks out over the city. "Only two should go. You me and you could handle it?" He asks looking back at her.

Jojo opens his eyes his vision clouded. He could see the outline of the boy speaking to him, he was a lot younger looking on second glance. He was speaking yet the mans ears still rang, was he asking if he could hear? Blood drips down his face from his ear, his ear drum busted.

Caroline nodded. "Yeah. If there were any people caught in the explosion, they may need some help. Do you have any weapons? I don't have much on me to fight with."

Well, he was concious at least. But blood trickled off of the man's hear. Possible concussion or busted ear> Could likely be both.
"Can you remember and say your name?" He certainly was no medical professional, but he had been interested in medical drugs and such, and one couldn't read about them without catching bits of real medical advice and whatnot. His eyes were slightly closed and Michael couldn't tell if they would dilate, though they wouldn't because the sun was nearly set. What were other signs of concussions?

Buddy pulls a gun from the back of his pants. "Here just don't shoot unless you have to." He says as he walks to the door. "We'll be back."

Jojo tries reading the boys lips. Name he wanted a name! Not sure how loud he was he tries to speak. "Joseph but friends call me Jojo." He whispers his head hurting some now.

"We'll watch over the place. Not that there's much to look after, that is." Caroline had nearly forgotten that the other 14 year old girl was there. Slightly startled, she nodded and opened the door. There was a small smokey smell outside and took the gun from Buddy.
"Thanks."

The man said something and he heard the name Joe, or maybe Moe? He'd just called him Joe. Clearly the man was in pain, so Michael realized he shouldn't expect him to talk well yet.
But he'd try to test him to see if he had a possible concussion and held up three fingers and loudly asked, "Can you tell me how many fingers I have?" If he couldn't answer now, it was fine. What would they do? Michael didn't feel like leaving Joe already, even though he was kind of a every-man-for-himself kind of guy.

Buddy nods walking out the door and running towards the cloud of smoke. As he reaches the sight he slows ready for anything. The smoke was dense making it hard to see anything.

Jojo looked at the fingers swaying a bit. How many were there? Three? No six? Wait was there nine? He puts a hand on his head, trying to steady himself. "Four?" He whispers a bit tongue tied. "Please don't leave me..." Joj pleads remembering his leg. He would never be able to get up from that not by himself.

Caroline squinted. The smoke drifting from a building stung her eyes a little. She saw a lot of debris. Then, there was a voice coming from the building.
"How many fingers can you see?" It sounded like a boy's voice.
"Someone is in there. Maybe another guy." Caroline told Buddy, worry crossing her face.

Michael heard the man try to say multiple answers. If he couldn't get it on the first try, then it probably meant Joe was unsure. The possibility of a concussion seemed extremely likely now. He put his hand into the man's.
"Try to squeeze it, please." If one squeeze was noticeably weaker than the other, it would make him almost certain this poor guy had some brain damage. It didn't seem like his arms or hands were harmed.