[u][i][b]Farm House[/b][/i][/u]

[i][color=lightseagreen] - Mercy - [/color][/i]

Mercy felt discomfort settle in her stomach as Cat answered her question,  the last part was what troubled her the most as she wondered how many died by Cat's hands...she wasn't entirely sure she even wanted to know.[color=lightseagreen]"You sound like you only saw the worst of it..."[/color] she commented quietly [color=lightseagreen]"Not everyone lost it, as fast as people were coming apart others were coming together..."[/color] she trailed off rather than continuing on with her sentence, realising halfway through Cat probably wouldn't acknowledge her attempt to point out the meek selection of 'good' things that had happened [color=lightseagreen]"...never mind..."[/color]. 

She had been expecting more of a reaction from Cat, so she was silently grateful when he simply questioned her motives in a calm manner. Though the cold reality that accompanied his words caused her heart to thump a little harder in her chest, strangely enough she could deal with the inevitable loss of the group but the idea of them dying was...painful. [color=lightseagreen]"To some extent that situation is inevitable, I doubt I'll be in this group for long but I don't know what I'd do if that circumstance occured"[/color] Mercy didn't stutter when she answered him this time, though she seemed uncomfortable with what he had said, she hadn't been in that kind of situation before...she'd always been a leaning post for the people around her. Even though people rarely leant on her for long there was always someone else to fill the gap for some reason. [i][color=mediumaquamarine]If your reason's taken away it'll be replaced with something else...these things have a strange way of working themselves out[/color][/i] She shakily assured herself in the short time between answering his question and asking another of her own.

The blonde thought over Cat's swift answer to her returned question, she wasn't sure whether his answer was simply terrifying or strangely philosophical. She concluded that it was probably a bit of both considering Cat's nature, she pondered this some more as she set about clearing her medical supplies away. [color=lightseagreen]"What about Dog? Doesn't he influence your reason at all?"[/color] She asked cautiously, she wasn't sure how the two had stayed together, in the brief time she'd known them she had made the assumption that the pair appeared to be polar opposites.

When her probing question didn't receive a lightning fast response as the others had she thought she'd gone to far with him, she pulled her first aid kit onto her lap and reached over to scoop up the needle and wipes. She was about to make her excuses and leave when Cat's cold voice split the air, inadvertently making her physically flinch in surprise. [i][color=mediumaquamarine]Punishment?[/color][/i] Her brow furrowed into a frown as she listened to the rest of Cat's answer, trying to hide the naïve horror she felt about what she had heard. It was naïve to believe that the people that had done such a thing to Cat didn't exist in the old world or the new one for that instance, she sat in silence for a few moments before the hand clutching her first aid kit moved up to grasp her necklace. 

Mercy's previous confidence abandoned her and she nervously dropped her gaze to her lap. [color=lightseagreen]"I...see"[/color] She responded in a small voice, what she failed to say was that she didn't agree with what he'd either been told or concluded himself. She didn't expect such a small answer would assure him she understood but on some level deep down she did. She watched him flex his arm noting that his movement didn't seem hindered by her handiwork, her eyebrows rose marginally as she received a gruff 'thank you' she hadn't expected it at all. [color=lightseagreen]"You're welcome"[/color] She murmured, as she grabbed her first aid kit again and slowly got to her feet, without a solid reason to stay any longer she figured it was time for her to retreat from his company. [color=lightseagreen]"Well...if there is nothing else I'll...erm...leave you to it then"[/color] She decided taking a few hesitant steps towards the door, if he didn't say anything she would have slid out of the room closing the door behind her and hurried back to her own room, if he did she compliantly remained where she was to hear him out. 

[b][u][i]Fuel Run[/i][/u][/b]

[i]-[color=khaki]Bulldog[/color], [color=slategray]Hank[/color], Shade and [color=royalblue]Guy[/color].-[/i]

[i][b]-En route to Fuel Run location- [/b][/i]

[color=slategray]"Bang! That's 4"[/color] Hank shouted as he decapitated one of the shambling corpses that lurched at the 4x4 as it shot down the street. The burly man was happily entertaining himself by hanging out of one of the back windows of the vehicle and whacking any of the zombie like creatures within his reach. He didn't seem concerned for his personal safety at all, in fact he rather enjoyed the mindless violence as he drove the back of his axe down towards another unsuspecting creature. He was met with a satisfying squelch as   his weapon came into contact with the zombies skull, it was a hefty blow that sent the horrid creature face first into the tarmac. [color=slategray]"Ha! Make that 5!"[/color] He chuckled happily pounding his chest with his fist proudly as if he'd won a competition...unfortunately for Hank the other 3 men in the truck didn't appear the slightest bit interested in what he was doing. 

On the other side of the back seat his silent companion shook his head, allowing disapproval to seep into his expression, his brow furrowed as his sharp hazel eyes inspected the desolate buildings as they passed them. They could have been hiding anything behind their lifeless grey walls, supplies, survivors or other monsters. Shade leant his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together, resting his knuckles against his mouth and grinding his teeth as Hank released another noisy cheer. 

[color=royalblue]"Hank could you cut it out?! I think they can hear you in California"[/color] The driver barked into the back of the car as he swerved to avoid a trio of the flesh eaters. Guy released a shaky breath as he swung back into the center of the road, daring a quick glance over his shoulder as Hank begrudgingly pulled himself back into the truck. [color=royalblue]"Thank you..."[/color] Guy murmured, squeezing the steering wheel nervously, he was holding it so tight that his knuckles had turned white under the pressure. [color=slategray]"Relax Guy, not only is this the last stop, it's the easiest stop. No-one has stumbled across it since it was abandoned...not even sure why we're still going there"[/color] Hank reached forward and roughly patted the nervous man's shoulder. 

[color=khaki]"There are two reasons why"[/color] The gentleman in the passenger seat finally spoke up. Jeff Anderson was a simple guy, he liked simple things and simple situations. However the situation he found himself in now was far from simple, even as he rested back against the comfortable passenger seat of his 4x4 with a pen in his hand and a crossword in his lap he couldn't find solace. [color=khaki]"Reason 1, some idiot left something of mine here the last time we were here"[/color] He tapped his pen against the page of his crossword book as the color drained from Guy's cheeks. [color=khaki]"Reason 2, I still think it's a valuable asset"[/color] he stated simply as his lip curled up into a smirk [color=khaki]"Reason enough for you?"[/color] Hank nodded his head and murmured [color=slategray]"Yeah"[/color] The man in the passenger seat seemed satisfied with his henchman's answer and returned to his crossword. [color=khaki]"Hmm...7 across...medium-sized, heavy dog with a wrinkled face and a distinctive pushed-in nose commonly referred to as a British-"[/color] the man murmured, realisation flickered across his face but before he could say the answer aloud he was rudely interrupted. [color=royalblue]"-Bulldog, we've got a problem"[/color] Guy interrupted as the car ground to a halt a few clicks away from a small herd of zombies wandering around the gateway between the city and the deserted petrol station. 

Bulldog looked up from his crossword to inspect the street in front of them, he blew a puff of air through his nose before he glanced over his shoulder at the silent man in the back seat. [color=khaki]"Shade, scout it out. If the traps empty retrieve my item and return to us"[/color] He instructed with a wave of his hand. Shade nodded his head before he quietly opened the door and slid from the car moving around behind it he reached over the back of the truck to retrieve his weapon before he disappeared down one of the dark side alleys. [color=royalblue]"What do we do if he doesn't come back?"[/color] Guy asked, glancing sideways at Bulldog who had returned to his puzzle. [color=khaki]"He'll be back"[/color] He assured his follower without taking his eyes off of his crossword. [color=slategray]"What's the plan if we've caught a live one?"[/color] Hank piped up, leaning forward between the two front seats, Bulldog sighed and looked at the pair of them. [color=khaki]"We introduce ourselves, it'd be rude not to"[/color] He stated with an amused smile.

[b][i]-Meanwhile-[/i][/b]

[i][color=forestgreen]- Tamashii -[/color][/i]

Tamashii looked at Dog as he replied before Kaylah gave them an in depth account of what she was holding, the brunette narrowed her eyes marginally as she examined the box in Kaylah's hands from afar. She wasn't entirely convinced that the small contraption was capable of doing any of them harm but she did agree that attempting to open it where they were was too much of a risk...besides they had things to be doing. [color=forestgreen]"Well either way, opening it later would probably be wise...we've got to stuff to get done right now anyway"[/color] She piped up just before she asked for the pairs insight on their surroundings. 

Hearing Dog's answer Tamashii lifted her hand to her forehead before running it over her hair to rest on the back of her neck as she glanced around. She hadn't thought of it being a safe zone, the cars were spread about but there wasn't anything structurally sound about the area, except for a few man made barriers here and there. Perhaps it had been a safe zone in the beginning,  a fuel depot at the entrance to a city the area could have been used to filter traffic in and out but after a while somewhere like this should have been overrun with those rotting creatures...unless... [color=forestgreen]"Safe zone...they could be keeping this area fairly clear and these cars full of gas in case they need a quick exit..."[/color] Tamashii mused, though it seemed too logical to ignore, she was a cynic and felt herself leaning more towards the idea that the entire thing was a set up. Keeping her thoughts to herself she turned to listen to what Kaylah had to say. 

Her eyes narrowed as she heard the change in Kaylah's breathing, though she didn't mention it anything as she waited for the other woman to compose herself enough to continue on. [color=forestgreen]"If we can get what we need here, I see no reason why we should carry  on. The sooner we get back to the farm the better"[/color] She murmured folding her arms across her chest defensively as she looked over at the building again. She wasn't happy with Kaylah's suggestion to take Dog, had the woman in blue not seemed so anxious she wouldn't have batted an eyelash. She watched Kaylah move away from them to another car to begin siphoning off whatever fuel it had left, after a moment she shook her head and looked back at Dog. [color=forestgreen]"You can come if you want or you can stay and keep an eye on her"[/color] She shrugged at him before simply turning away from the pair and carefully making her way over to the run down building. 

What she failed to notice as she carefully approached the door on the right hand side of the building was the darkened outline of a man in one of the window panels on the far left of the building, the shadow was only there for a brief moment and could have easily passed as a figment of ones imagination. Whether Dog had accompanied her or not, Tamashii was extremely careful as she opened the door to the building, she had a hammer in her right hand with her side pressed against the wall next to the door as she reached over with her left hand. [color=forestgreen]"Ok...here goes"[/color] She murmured to herself before she attempted to gently pull the handle down, her suspicion surfaced again as the door clicked open without an ounce of resistance. Whether she had company or was alone she went in first, checking the area was clear before either signalling for her companion to follow her inside or reappearing in the doorway to let the others know she was still ok before she disappeared inside again.