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It hurt...why did it hurt so much? Wincing a bit he leaned again the tree, a hand still over the puncture wound in his side. Where they still following? How could he be sure? Holding his breath some he listened finding that it was all quiet. Takin a breath he sank to the ground, breathing heavy. Good, now he could worry about his wound alone. The knife had been short, thankfully if not he would be dead by now. It still hurt nonetheless, but he would live. Panting he stood again, limping as he returned to his base. The building was pretty much ransacked, with only a ratty bed remains seeing I was too big to take. Sinking to the floor he waited for his partner to return with her findings. For now though he set to wrapping the wound, making sure to keep pressure to it. Hopefully nothing followed the trail of blood.

Alexa was currently halfway up a fire escape ladder, blasting rounds from a dented Uzi into the horde beneath her. "God d---it!" she swore under her breath as the last bullets struck targets. "I'm out of rounds. Welp, this is the best day ever." Realizing it was no longer of use, since the dent made it fire at an off angle, she smashed it against the wall and shimmied up higher. The wounds on her left wrist ached, but serving in the forces had trained her well, and right now, it was the least of her problems. She punched out the screen on the window and managed to get inside. Her room was absolutely devastated. The furnished apartment was completely wrecked. Seeing a small envelope of pictures, she shoved it into her bag, which weighed her down, but it was necessary. Looking in the closet, Alexa grabbed a Glock 22, some bullets, and a sleeping bag. "Grace wouldn't want me to go down without a fight. I'll see this war until the end." The former Marine left through the front door, went down the three flights of stairs, and walked out like a normal person. The screams of infected were just around the corner. Spinning the ring on her finger, she started wandering, shooting anything that crossed her path, until she came across a trail of blood. The touched it with a finger. It was fresh, under an hour, and definitely uninfected. Alexa trudged along the path.

Blue was sitting up in a tree. She had wanted to watch the clouds, safely. She missed being able to lay in the soft grass and sleep in the sun. She sighed. She climbed down the tree quickly.

Just in case, Alexa had the pistol at her side, entered a ransacked building, and approached a young man the blood trail led to. "Oi kid, what's your deal?"

The cloth would have to do to keep the wound clean, for now it was all he had. Panting a bit he leaned his head back against the wall closing his eyes. So that camp was a no go. They seemed friendly to begin with, until he questioned what they did for food. It was then that one of the men tried to grab him, though he managed to pull away only to get a knife in his side as a result. They were just like the last, eating survivors as a means to survive. It was people like that they led others to do equally if not worse things. Sighing he settled back a bit, making sure to keep an ear out for Chan. Lord he hoped she was alright. He couldn't take losing her as well. Oliver had been enough, even if the man hadn't been anything more than a friend to him. It still hurt to lose someone that cared for you like a brother. WIncing he stood cleaning the blood about the place as best he could. Letting out a deep sigh he fell into the bed, holding his side still. Maybe Chan would find a blanket of sorts.

As footsteps approached the door though he jumped up, taking up the gun and putting it to his shoulder. Did he dare call out? What if it were the men? Chan would understand him pointing a gun at her, but the men, they would have to die. As the woman came into sight he felt relieved though the gun stayed up. She wasn't Chan, and he hadn't seen her about the other friendly groups. For a moment he stood there, looking down the barrel at her. When she asked the question he ignored her and instead asked his own. "Who are you?" He asked politely. "And what do you want."

"Hugo we need weapons," Ross repeated for the umpteenth time. "We have weapons," Hugo replied. "Yeah, but they suck. This ax is dulling already," Ross complained. Hugo sighed, and then shoved his sister behind a tree. Ross usually would have shoved him back, but she had a feeling he had seen something she hadn't. She peeked around the tree and saw a girl climbing down a different tree. "Relax Hugo, zombies can't climb trees....right?" She said. "Yeah, but even so, desperate people are dangerous," Hugo replied, but he cautiously stepped out from behind the tree, gripping his wrench in one hand.

Blue turned to see them. She quickly covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Her hands shook slightly. She looked back and forth, not sure wether to run or to stay still. She slowly reached into her backpack. She was about to reach for her dagger, but decided against it. She couldnt take them both on. Maybe one, but not both. She gave an awkward smile and slowly backed up.

Ross hopped in front of her brother. "Woah, chill," she said to him. Hugo grabbed her arm and hissed in her ear. "She could be acting." Ross glared at him. "I know, I'll be careful," she whispered back. Hugo seemed satisfied with this and lowered the wrench as Ross turned back to the girl. "Hey, it's okay, we're not going to hurt you," she said. Hugo was watching the girl carefully as his sister approached her, but he chimed in too. "Is there anyone with you?" he asked kindly.

Alexa raised a brow but did not lift up her Glock 22. "The name's Alexa. I followed the blood trail you left." She withheld her last name. "You didn't dress the wound properly. Do you not even have a first aid kit with you?" Putting the pistol back in the holster she pulled out her kit and without asking for permission redressed the stab. "Who stabbed you?" she asked as she put antiseptic on it.

He backed away from her as she approached flicking the safety off the gun. "Don't take another step." Was she serious?! Hey my name is such and such I'm here to help and just makes herself at home?! Was she nuts? No one trusted people like that these days. He hadn't survived by just flat out trusting people, nor did he plan on that changing. "Are you alone?" He asked taking note of the ring on her fingure. So she was married, not the best news for a 5' 5", 168 pound male. Any male at this point was a threat, even if they didn't want a fight. Being smaller he was all too familiar with being tossed about, and pushed to the side, though now it would most likely be him getting murdered and pushed to the side. Chan would be on her own then...he couldn't let that happen. The wound on his side began to ach and burn though he held his stance. Show no weakness, they will use it to their advantage....