[b]Reggie - New Orleans/Crashed Vehicle - Alex/Aoife/Nelson[/b]

Reggie had believed that this biter group would provide little trouble for his scouts, but his confidence plummeted as he watched Alex make mistake after mistake. Alex had positioned himself slightly ahead of the others and was now finding biters breathing down his neck. Reggie moved to cover Alex, but the biters had stepped into their formation, rendering the group too busy to assist Alex. The battle then became a haze of gore and gunfire. Reggie stole glances over the fighting to keep an eye on Alex and Aoife, but almost got himself bit in the process. Reggie swore and was forced to concentrate entirely what was in front of him. No biter got so close at that point. Reggie had been fighting these monsters for what felt like nonstop for the past half a year. For a man who once preferred to use his words rather than his fists, Reggie sometimes felt like he was an entirely different person nowadays.

When the last of the biters were killed, Reggie looked around rapidly to assess the status of his team. Surprisingly, Aoife was completely unscathed. Unsurprisingly, so was Luke. Jerry looked spooked and covered in gore, but otherwise all right as well. As for Alex...

"Alex," Reggie said, looking toward the car. He saw Alex grabbing at the door in order to get to the man inside. Reggie shook his head and pointed to Jerry. "Help us get that door open. Luke, Aoife, you two watch the streets. The gunfire will draw them." Reggie and Jerry stepped next to Alex and helped pull at the door, though Reggie was feeling like this was a waste of time. The crash had unfortunately forced the door shut and Reggie was unsure they'd be able to get it open anytime soon. Besides, the man inside was probably dead and all they were doing was waiting for him to turn. "This isn't working. We have to go before he becomes a biter--"

Jerry grunted loudly and finally the door came free. Immediately, Jerry reached inside and checked the man for a pulse. "He's alive," he said, turning to look at Reggie and waiting for instruction. 

Letting out a deep sigh, Reggie pushed his rifle over his shoulder. "Unbuckle him and grab him. We'll take him to the cabin."

Jerry reached inside and did as he was told. "The cabin's too far, Reggie," he said. "Even The Pub. I think we have to take him back to Outpost."

Reggie shook his head, but he knew Jerry had a point. If they were ambushed while carrying this man, it could mean the worst for all of them. It would be best to cut down on their travel time. "Alex, help Jerry carry him." Reggie then turned around and gestured down the street. "Okay, everyone, we're heading back to Outpost. I know we're tired, but we need to be [i]quick[/i], so move it!"