[u][b]Jason Crowley[/b][/u]
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Jason looks over to Abel with a smirk, as the geeks below shake the truck back and forth. [b]"Nice to meet you, Abel."[/b] He takes a deep breath. [b]"I'm Jason.[/b] He stands up, looking around. There isn't a safe centimeter on the ground surrounding the truck. Not for at least 12 yards in all directions. And even more walkers are coming in closer. They wear all types of clothes, and come from all ethnicities. Police officers, and other random people who didn't stand a chance at survival. He looks down the street to his left, and sees the bank that Sam was talking about. The undead flood that street. There doesn't seem to be such an easy way to get in there. 

[b]"As for making this out alive..."[/b] Jason looks in all directions. [b]"It doesn't look like a likely situation."[/b] He says. [b]"How are you on ammo?"[/b] Jason looks down at the roof of the truck. He spots a hatch that goes to the inside. However, it is locked up. He tilts his head at it, and looks away from it for now.