[b]Alex Clark - Haywood - The attack - Jessalyn[/b]

He had been overjoyed when they had allowed him back in the scouts, and the prospect of doing something had gotten him so excited he hadn't had an attack in the last few days at all anymore. Hope had kindled within him that he might be starting to heal inside, when the next scout operation was announced; an atack on yet another criminal band. His enthousiasm had carried him through the original shock, but he didn't like the prospect of going out there solely to kill others. He didn't want to be a murdere, wether it be out of self-defence or not. Killing crawlers was one thing, but living humans...? Then again, he didn't want to try his luck and stay behind. He had just been allowed again to prove his worth once more, to prove that he was not a nuisance, and he had to take it with both hands. He had to do what was best for him AND for the entire community. Join the attack.

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Once there he had joined the assault team, simply because he was a terrible shot. He had been given a military grade assault rifle of sorts, as they now had weapons in abundance, and been ordered to charge in and clear a rather large building. It was a bit sad, he thought, as he snuk up on the compound. It looked eerily similar to the Outpost, with these walls around. Strangely enough it was so deserted compared to his new home, and the presence of countless graves accounted for that. [b]"Crawlers..."[/b] He had been surprised by the lack of security these bandits had, and the longer he looked at the camp, the less convinced he was of his reasons for being here. These people didn't look like bandits at all. They were just ... well ... Like them. A community. 

However, as the signal for attack was given, his hesitation was shoved into the background as he stormed into the complex, firing afew shots at the buildings, afraid to accidentally hit an ally. He was for once not carrying his pitchfork, partially because of the unwieldyness of the thing during a sneaky operation and partially because he didn't [i]want[/i] to stab a human being with it that wasn't dead already, and he felt the comfortable weight of the survival knife against his thigh as he ran. While running he was surprised by their victims returning fire at first, he had only been shot at once before in his life, a few months ago, but once he was into the relative safety of the house's walls as cover, he noticed how little resistance they actually encountered. From what he had been told about the attack on the museum gang, bandits were supposed to have an awful lot of firepower. Back then they had lost two good men, but here it seemed to be turning into a real slaughter. Was it because of the recent outbreak of the dead that had occured in this settlement, or... was this really just another community of survivors? His stomach turned upside down as he imagined the concept of shooting innocent people that just tried to survive, just like him. That'd make him a bandit, a murderer. 

Violently shaking his head, he kicked in the door in front of him, and stormed inside, checking all rooms for potential danger. However, he was distracted by his panicking thoughts, and the more rooms he checked, the more he saw, the more he was convinced that he had become a bandit. He already was overwhelmed with guilt when he had caused the death of some of his friends, was now about to cause the end of an entire peaceful community. Cold sweat ran down his spine and he passed through the hallway, and suddenly encountered a man running insidealong with a young woman about his own age, carrying a case of medical supplies. The man nor the girl looked armed, and with a pale face Alex aimed his rifle at tem. 

[b]"S-S-Stop!"[/b] He managed, trembling heavily as sweat ran down his pale face. A soft sound to the right of him drew his attention, and he threw a glance into the door he had just pushed open, where he saw a young but heavily pregnant woman stand, breathing heavily and leaning against the wall. This was not a bandit camp.