Buddy waits growing more tense by the second. "Hurry up! Get him up to move before the infected come!"

Jojo looks at his leg holding in tears. "But I'll I'll live right?" He asks his voice shaking with fear. "You can take it out right?"

"The zombies. Yeah, yeah." Caroline crouched down near the man. She took a good look at his injured leg. It sure was bloody, but the metal didn't seem to be too deep. He would probably live; there was always the chance of infection. Not the zombie virus, but more normal stuff, though the so,bike crap was also likely. Like Doug had said, the virus could mutate quickly and something.
Hey, she was just a paramedic, not some chemist or sciency guy.
((Hmm, I'm not even out of middle school... xD Lemme see if I can do some medical crap...))
"Does it still hurt? Can you feel your... Foot?" Well, can't hurt to check for nerve damage, right? If worst came to worst, it was a possibility that he may need part of his leg cut off, but she didn't feel like thinking it.

Michael gazed at the other man who had held a gun. To go or not to go; that is the questions. A few tumbleweed thoughts fought through his head. To go was the answer now. But something told him to stay, except he never thought about his emotions. And he wasn't starting now. So he slowly turned his head and started walking away.

"Hold it right there." Buddy says raising the gun some as the boy starts to walk away.

Jojo moves his leg some. "It hurts down to my toes..." He whines. "Is that bad?"

Michael froze. He turned around slowly. "What?" He asked, his gaze steely. "I've done enough here. I'm out." He held up his hands and began backing away slowly.

"Well, at least you're feeling. That's good. If you felt nothing, then that could've meant your nerves were fried." She smiled a little. "Can you walk at all? I don't have anything here. I'll help you up..." She could pull out the metal now, but best to get him somewhere more safe.

Buddy raises the gun more. "No you need to come with us."

Jojo nods. "If you can help me up I can and if you let me lean on you or him." He says pointing to Buddy.

He narrowed his eyes. What? Yes, this had been a stupid idea. "Why's that?" Just leave me alone, damnit. "You think I set off these bombs are something?" Well, he was very able to, actually. This time it wasn't him, though. He lowered his hands. The familiar bulk of weaponry and arms in his coat and belt were comforting, but if this man actually shot him, epinephrine would only help a little. To think of it, Michael swore he had seen him before.

Then, Caroline raised her head to look up at Buddy, surprised at him. "Buddy? Why are you aiming your..." The boy? "Buddy, what are you doing?" She quickly stood up and looked at the boy. His eyes were like icicles. But controlled.

Ryder coughed from the smoke inhalation from the bomb. Agitated, he took off his hood and shook his head and waved away smoke from his face and put it back on. Quite warm today. The explosive also released a wave of heat from ignition. Bleh. He crouched down to get one of his weapons which had fallen off from his belt. He should've secured it more tightly. He stood back up. Shadowy, hooded face. Awesome looking outfit and deadly gear and weapons. Cliche assassin stuff.

Douglass sighs, she had to return to the real world for once. She opens the door deciding to head down stairs. "What I miss?" She asks not leaving the stairs

Buddy doesn't look away. "Do you really want to let a boy like him go on the street?!"

Jojo props on the still intact wall standing. "Please don't kill him! Don't kill anybody!"

"Well, there was like this tiny explosion and Buddy and Caroline went ou to check it out." Kyra reported. "So, you didn't really miss anything." She awkwardly looked at Doug. She wasn't very good at starting conversations...

"B-but you shouldn't shoot him, Buddy. He's just a kid." Perhaps a psychologically disturbed child who might've gone to juvie and should be locked up right now. Buddy did have a point, but still... He didn't necessarily threatening, but his eyes sent a very uncomfortable chill down her spine. She bit the inside of her cheek.

If the man pulled the trigger, no way Michael would be fast enough to doge it well. This really felt like a chess game, now. He could start sprinting off like a gazelle or... He could fight. But he didn't want to. Not yet.

Ryder dusted himself off. He was fine. A little grimy, but it was impossible to stay completely clean for long these days. Running water was hard to find and risky to drink. Stretching a little, he expertly jumped down from the roof, landing on his feet with a nearly inaudible thud. He hadn't noticed the people who had been talking. Damnit! He was losing his touch. He saw a man aiming a gun to what seemed to be a young boy. Huh?

Buddy cocks the gun, still pointing the gun at the boy. "Come with us or I shoot."

Jojo was growing weaker. "Pleas don't shoot him!"

Douglass nods. "Can you give me my bag then?"

"What's the big deal here, Buddy?" Michael asked. Really, what was the big deal? The government didn't think he was enough of a threat to be captured, right...? He was sure he had been staying off the radar. It's not like he caused a mass genocide or anything. Well, maybe he did by accident once. By accident. Walk to him slowly, kick his arm, and grab the gun? He made mental calcutions in an instant. Nah... It would work, but Michael wasn't exactly sure how powerful this guy was. Weight certainly was an advantage, even if you had great calculations and crap.

What was with him?! "Hey, why do you want him Buddy? He's just one kid. No need to kill him, right?" Oh, and she kept forgetting the possible fact that he could be a child psycho. Her thoughts were fighting between 'complete psychopath' and 'just a kid'.

"Bag? Which one?" Kyra asked. "The medical kit or...?"

Wait. That boy seemed so familiar, and so did that man and his voice. Evans? Oh god, Evans kid, Michael?! He couldn't place the older man's name, but it was definite he was part of a military. Evans had said Michael had gone rogue. His son had ran away.