[Center]Johnathan MacTavish-New Orleans-City Streets[/center]

"Emilly! RUN!" I screamed as loud as I could to draw the attention of the walkers around. One of them ignored me and started after her as she started running but I wasn't going to let it get far. Dashing past the rest of the walkers I made my way to it in a flash bringing my right foot into the bend behind it's right knee and kicking off I lifted myself high enough to bring my fist down over top of it's skull causing it's neck to bend to the side at an unnaturally sharp angle as it's body collapsed to the ground. I turned to just catch Emilly dip out of my sight before bringing my attention to the walkers quickly barreling down on me. My brass knuckles easilly crushed bones and skulls but it was hard to get the right angle to kill them with one blow. Still I was always one for a challenge.

I glanced down at my feet for just a second as I felt a pressure on my left shin and spotted a walker, it's bottom half missing, knawing away at the protective shin pads I wore. I quickly lurched my foot away and stepped back looking around to make sure I had enough space before bringing my foot up over my head and bringing it crashing down on the walkers head in an axe kick powerful enough to crush it's skull. Slowly the shambling corpses drew in on me and I managed to kill a few of them before I had to make a run for it in the opposite direction of Emilly. "God Dammit!" I screamed as I ran away through the dead streets of the city. I had to Find Emilly. There was no Way She could make it on her own without me.

[center]Emilly MacTavish-NewOrleans-Abandoned Building[/center]

We were just marching. Endlessly marching for hours through the streets of the city when My asthma attack hit. Of course my dad over reacted again and pulled me over near an old burnt out car for cover while I caught my breath. I had to make sure I only used my inhaler when necessary otherwise I'd run out to fast. I didn't even notice when my dad stepped away. All I heard was "Emilly! RUN!" . . . So I ran. I grabbed my bag and ran as fast as I could. I didn't pay attention to where I was going, or where dad was. I just assumed he was behind me. I ran and ran till I couldn't run anymore. Feeling a burning tightness grip my chest I threw my self into the nearest building and hid. My breath fell short of me and I could here my heart pounding in my ears erasing any ability to hear clearly. Reaching deep into my pocket I gasped for breath as My fingers stumbled for my inhaler. 

I ripped the inhaler out of my pocket with to much force and through teary eye's I barely managed to catch sight of my inhaler flying in front of me skidding across the dirty tile floor. I had no clue where I was, or what was around me. My only focus was the inhaler. I tried to crawl for it as my breathing grew raspier and my limbs no longer wanted to react to my commands. Collapsing against the tile Floor I made one last effort to reach for it before curling into a tight ball and wincing as my vision grew blurry and My mind hazed over with pain and fear. I wasn't going to die like this was I? After everything I had survived I wasn't going to die of an asthma attack was I?