[B]Floyd - God's Promise: The Resurrection of the Dead - Lynn[/B]

And suddenly, the gunshots settled into silence. Through the tinted window remained the shadows, this time, absent any movement. Floyd watched with care until suddenly, out if nowhere, another shot blasted through the echoing cathedral. All one could see from Floyd's perspective was the fall if a human shadow. It seemed a raider either shot the enemy, or one of their own. Floyd had yet to encounter a raider till now.

After verbal exchange, it seemed the raiders were not satisfied with what they found. The small group fragmented out the creaking doors, escaping the incoming hoard of walkers. All this shots were like a dinner bell for the undead. The whole city was coming to the soup kitchen known as United Methodist Church. And it was clear these creatures were heading there, Floyd could see them clearly at a distance. The issue was, if he jumped out there now, the raiders would return fire, even though they weren't the targets. 

As the raiders took leave, Lynn seemed to have decided to join Floyd's side. "Bout' time you showed up" he said, arming his bow in the meantime. And now was where the real issue began. An entire load of walkers started to overrun the church's general area. Lynn called out as she started to fire her pistol, hopefully not wasting too many bullets. As much as Floyd wanted to fire, there was no way all the walkers present would get taken down, regardless the arsenal. 

Without time wasted, Floyd turned around, taking Lynn by the arm. "We gotta get outta here! There's too many, we can't take them all!" He yelled over the moans and groans echoing through the city. The sound was horrifying yet simultaneous and harmonious. It was as though a walking dead a Capella group from Hollywood took the stage known as Louisiana hell hole. As much as Floyd wanted to fight back, he knew the situation called for an escape. "C'mon! We gotta get your friend and get away from here!"

The victims of the church would have to fend for themselves, there was no time or possibility of helping them. The only way those people could get our now was through the back door of the church, assuming it had one ofcourse. That exit would lead to the next street on the other side of the suburbs. Only way Floyd and Lynn could meet up with the survivors is if they both headed towards the intersection heading to the tracks. For Floyd and Lynn, that was the only exit out. The hoard blocked the entire stree, basically making it a one-way. 

Without wasting any arrows, Floyd put his bow aside and started jogging in the direction if the railroad tracks. He had his knife in hand just in case walkers decided to jump out if the houses nearby. Hopefully that bike he had parked would start again. It must have been a filtering issue, it was fixable but would take some time. Since it stood for a couple hours, it should start right up, but won't last too long unless the filter is changed along with some plugs. Hopefully it wasn't a transmission issue, because as of now, that would be unfixable.