[centre]  [h3] [color=0072bc]Josh Mansfeild[/color][/h3]
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Josh had just slipped down the wall when he heard an unfamiliar voice calling out to him. He panicked, jumped up and pulled out his gun. He raised it infront of him, before he realised that was not where the voice had come from. He turned to his side and pointed it straight at the guy who's face couldn't  be seen. He didn't look very hostile, certainly not infected, and he didn't have a gun. His voice was more concerned than aggressive and so Josh gulped and lowered his weapon a little, but not all the way, in an attempt to seem like less of an asshole. [color=0072bc]"No, no. I'm not. Are you?"[/color] He asked, looking the guy over. His sword was sharp and he had no doubt it would cut through him if it came to that, so he hoped it wouldn't. [color=0072bc]"I really don't want to fight today, okay?"[/color] He said again, before the boy could answer him. [color=0072bc]"I really don't".[/color]

[h3] [color=662d91]Zoey Mansfield [/color][/h3]
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Zoey was expecting and definately wanted him too turn around and speak too her. That was why she spoke, so she could get his attention and make some new freinds, or not. Either way she would be better off in the world. She could either befreind him and gain a useful ally, an army man. Or, she could kill him and take his supplies. Either way she would have a better chance of survival in the city, and a better chance of finding her brother. When he did turn around, she wasnt expecting such an aggressive reaction. She had only been polite. The army man raised his weapon at her, a rifle, and said something in what might as well have been an alien language to her. She sometimes forgot that she wasnt at home. She stopped walking and gripped her machete a little tighter, a frown appearing on her beautiful face. Her light brown eyes scanned over him for anything else, any more weapons as she shrugged calmly. [color=662d91]"Sorry mate, I dont speak that. English, please?" [/color]She shouted so he could hear her, but not loud enough to attract the infected. She then smiled at him almost as an act of freindliness. If she wanted to kill him she could have taken out her hunting rifle and shot him in the back, and that would have been easy enough. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the sound of another boy came from behind her.

She quickly turned on her heels towards the new voice, looking at the boy who was half in half out from behind a corner. He looked her age, if not a year or two older. He looked cautious but not dangerous, and he hadnt got a gun out too her. Also, he was from Britain, which was always a welcome positive. [color=662d91]"Amazing, amazing! I havent met anybody from home in a few... years".[/color] She said the last part quite oddly, sad but with a hint of sarcasm. She turned to the army man and then pointed to the other boy. [color=662d91]"Look, this man has manners! He isnt pointing-" [/color]She stopped herself here, as she was about to say weapon. [color=662d91]"A... gun, at me! [/color] She stood back a few paces towards the canal so that she could see both of them without having to turn. The canal boat was getting dangerously close now, and the shouting from inside becoming audible again. God, she should of just killed him. Or stuffed his mouth again, either would have worked. [/centre]