"I never knew a princess that held the door open. Thank you." Pam laughed bright eyed like normal. She fell in step with Amelia. "So your sticking with us then?"

"Why not? Three is stronger than one, and I'd rather not be alone again." Amelia said. "Up coming wind, lots of ash in it. But from where?" she asked, putting on her steampunk goggles. "Might want to cover your faces also." Amelia pulled a bandanna up over her nose and mouth and kept walking. After walking a little while, she heard a male voice yell something. "Did you hear that?" Jo looked back, making sure she wasn't crazy.

Name: James Ityben(I- ti- ben)
Nickname: Make one up bro
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:(Not mine either)

Skills: Hmm...*Thinks very hard*.. raiding..?
Weaknesses: about everything
Weapons: He found an ax at a home depot he raided.
Other thinks you might have(Backpacks, food, water, ect.) One water bottle (oh noes)
Other Other: He is in the next town, not the boy you hear.

The man pulled up a bandana as well though he had nothing to cover his eyes. A pair of goggles would be nice if he had any. Pam simply walked on her head down. "Did you hear that?" Amelia said causing the man to look up. He had. "Who do you think it is?" Zac asked drawing his gun.

Name: Omid Jackson
Nickname: wherever I guess
Gender: male
Age: 25 years
Appearance: not mine

Skills: being helpful? He can use a weapon and is willing to do anything asked of him
Weaknesses: a bit on the short side, clumsy, tends to be a bit too humorous at times
Weapons: a gun and a crowbar
Other thinks you might have: none, recently lost it to a raid that took his group and their hide out
Other Other: he is the man there here at the moment unless you wanted to take that spot. Also suffered from a leg injury in the raid thus my group members will wish to take him in and help him.

"I don't know." Amelia said, taking her bow and putting an arrow on,"Be careful. He might not know w-!" Amelia dropped to the ground as a nail hit her in the leg. It broke the skin, and was stuck in her leg, red blood dripping down her leg.

Oh, sorry! Can he have threw the nail in self defense?

(Sure, I could see him doing that!)

"Alright look!" Zac shouted in the direction the nail came from. "We aren't looking for trouble we're just passing through." He looked around searching for the man in question. Pam had her shovel in hand ready to hurt anyone that came near them.
"You alright?" She asked Alemia.

Stupid stairs! He fell yet again smearing blood on the weathered wood. ******...now even more of those things would be crawling around looking for him. A cuss escaped his lips as he tried to pull himself back up. God...Omid panted as he crawled the rest of the way up the stairs dragging his injured body part after him. So this was it, this is how it would end? They couldn't just take the food? No they killed his friends and left him for dead, how nice. Leaning on the railing of the stairs he took a short rest. No he couldn't give up yet....it was too soon. That's when he heard the voices. Instantly the tension rised as footsteps drew near. They had came back to finish him, just like they had finished off the others. This time though he would go down fighting. Fight or die, in this case both would end in the same thing. Omid glanced around himself trying to spot anything of use. A single nail sat at his side, it would have to do. Picking the item up he held it in hand, though he was shaking too bad from fear to hold onto it. The nail dropped and time seemed to hold still as it hit one of the three in the leg. The tall one reacted quickly pointing the gun at him. He spoke then. Passing through? Perhaps they could take him with them?! That was a thought yet he couldn't bring himself to speak. What if they were bad people? He would be dead before he knew it.

"Y-Yea-!" she paused, pulling the nail out of her leg. More sticky, hot, blood ran down her leg. She pulled out her spray to stop infections then wrapped it up. Amelia stood up, blood staining her bandages, "I think I will be fine. But lets go see who did that." Jo grabbed her pickax.

The girl nodded and waited at the bottom of the stairs as Zac climbed them. There was blood all over them, and a lot of it as well. Not good. Zac craned his head over the last few steps finding a man laying against the railing leg out stretched in front of him blood covering a nasty gash that ran from his knee cap to his ankle nearly. On top of that it looked to be infected. "My go-were you bit!" He demanded from the other man who's eyes widened at the sight of the gun.
"N-no!" Omid stuttered putting his hands up. Zac looked back at the others then at the man again. Omid tried to see them as well but couldn't. Clearly this was a man but the others?
"Hey Doc come see if you can help this man." Zac called lowering the gun. Maybe they weren't so bad after all, this thought caused Omid to calm some.Though they still could kill him if they wanted to.