"there is a scrap yard a bit aways from here...tho it's infested." he thought for a moment.."Garages!" he realized

"An ATV is preferable. Though, I'd bet grateful for half a car rather than nothing." Kenneth said, following Steven.

Blue nodded. She pulled out the bottle and formula and got it ready for Sammy. I doubt there are very many cars left that actually have gas in them or are not called for. I wish we could find a working ambulance. Thatd be wonderful... she mumbled.

"Hmm, maybe we will be lucky." Steven said in a hushed whisper, taking the bottle and putting it in his back pocket. "Though I doubt this will work out like one of those movies. Just keep your eyes peeled for anything we can use. I myself would prefer a truck though a car will work better."

"Hmph, possibly," Kenneth said, his blue-grey eyes scanning the horizon.

"We should be fine if we just follow this road. Either way that is." Though as soon as he said this a shot rang out and the car glass next to his exploded. Instinctively he covered the child from the glass as it flew towards them. "******!" Looking back he could see that it was the guys from earlier, the ones that had stabbed him for trespassing. "This way!" Steven led them through the sea of cars, making sure to keep his head down. "Back over the hedge! If we can lose them that would be the best beat!" At this point though Sammy was awake, and had begun to cry, making things worse.

Kenneth followed Steven, muttering every curse he knew under his breath. "Damned---!" Kenneth cut himself off after registering that Sammy was crying.

Blue followed. She hated running from others. She tripped over something. She quickly stood up and took a deep breath. Oh dear. she mumbled. She caught back up with the group again. She had managed to scrap her knee, but it was the least of their problems currently. She knew she would be alright anyways.

"I can take them if you want" Hawk offered.The owl flew and landed on his shoulder."Or he can" he pointed to it

Liam had narrowly escaped from these people before, but it left his with a deep cut on his leg, that took forever to heal.

He furrowed his brow, this wasn't good news at all. He quickly took out his pistols in case, but the loud noise might attract the undead. He kept his head down low, and kept watch for any undead approaching, or in the distance. Sammy crying was also bad news, even more noise.