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 strangely quiet. Taking a breath he sank to the ground, breathing heavy for a moment. On his chest the baby carrier hung, Sammie sleeping peacefully within. Good, now he could worry about his wound alone, for the time being to say the least. The knife had been short, thankfully if not he would have most likey been dead by now. It still hurt nonetheless, but he would live least it got infected. Panting he stood again, limping as he attempted to return to one of their many bases. The building was pretty much ransacked, with only a ratty bed remains seeing it was too big to take with them when they left. Sinking to the floor he waited for his partner to return with his findings, and to help with Sammie. It was only a matter of time before her feeding time. For now though he set to wrapping the wound, making sure to keep pressure to it. Hopefully nothing followed the trail of blood.

SoaringHawk looked down from the base he had built.Surprising the zombies couldn't climb...He blew his whistle and his owl flew down.He smiled and pet it.(crap what should i call the owl?)"see anyone?" he asked it.The bird nodded then fell off his arm.."Okay let's go,it's them right?" the bird noded still on the ground.HE leapt down from the tree quitely and started running to the main base,for now

Blue sat in a tree. She brought her knees up to her chest and cried. 25th of December, thats what they said. I-I can make it. M-maybe my brother will be waiting there for me! she said quietly. She really didnt believe he would be, but she liked to dream. She smiled thinking of her brother.

Words. That's all he heard. Conversations and happy chatters filled his mind. The chatters died down, and he could see now. His younger sisters birthday party. She happily smiled, and everything seemed to move slowly. The slow words of happy birthday filled the air, and her grin grew wider. His mother and father stood on either side of her, as she blew out her candles. She had turned 10 that year.
The memory faded, and another he had hoped never to see again in his lifetime. Crimson littered the floor, and was splattered on the wall. The horrific scene flashed through his mind, he ran forward and killed it, shooting it more then he had needed to. His mothers face was filled with fear, and sadness. She took the gun lightly from his hands, and smiled before pointing it to her head. He screamed as she fell down to the ground, and his sister went down to the ground in pain. It was too late to save her. She looked up and she started running at him, no longer human. He yelled as he shot five times, tears running down his face, stinging his glass wounds, as he watched his sisters life fade away.

He woke up with cold sweat. He covered his face and looked out the window down at the wasteland that was once a city. He put a shirt on and walked over to his shoes and grabbed his backpack, and the two pistols he owned. He walked hastily down the flights of stairs, and ran outside and held his guns. He had to do some more scavenging. So far, no undead were present. He kept walking quickly.

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It was going to be alright...everything was under control. Blue would be back soon, as would Kenneth. If he could just hold out until then. The wound on his side burned as he placed a hand over it though with the aid of the bandages the bleeding had come to a stop. The man leaned back against the frame of the door, swallowing hard. That had been a close one, it was one thing to fight off the undead but humans...that wasn't something he liked doing. Sammie stirred slightly in her baby carrier, grunting as she wiped her hand over her face. It seemed like everyday she got a bit bigger. Soon she should be crawling, give or take a few months. It sucked that she didn't have a normally house to play around in with normal toys that babies normally had. She would miss out on some of the before life activities, though maybe that was for the better in the end. At this rate she would become a complete bad******in a matter of years! With a slight smile the man placed his free hand on the child's back fighting to stay awake.

Blue slid out of the tree and began walking back to camp. She hoped everyone was alright. She could handle blood, but she didnt like it. She walked carefully, doing her best not to make a noise. She looked back and forth to make sure there was nothing or no one near. She made it to the camp and saw Steven and Sammy. She laughed quietly and waved. She could see some blood and quickly fished through her backpack for the first-aid kit. She rushed over to Steven. What happened? she asked as she tended to his wound.

Kenneth lowered his rifle. He had caused mass destruction, and was proud of it. Several rotting zombie corpses laid on the ground, collecting flies. Kenneth blew the smoke off his gun and turned to head back into the base. It wasn't everyday you nearly get your brains eaten, that's for sure.

Kenneth hurried down the hallways, sensing that something was amiss. He noticed a trail of blood and followed it until he came to a door frame, his leader and Samantha laying against it. "Steve, you okay buddy?" He said, kneeling down grimly beside the man.

"I'm fine just ran into a bit of trouble. It isn't a bit or anything, just some jerk's way of saying they didn't take kindly to guest." With a careful motion, Steven undid the backpack holding Sammy before gently handing her over to on of the others. Thankfully she was a calm child, and stayed quiet normally. "So did either of you find anything interesting?"

I didnt see anything really interesting. Blue said. She finished patching up his wound. Be a bit more careful though. Sammy could have been wounded. she said.