[centre][b]Frank Carter[/b][/centre]

As Frank and Sarah were busy having their meal of the day, the shooting outside seemed to intensify. Frank heard shoot-out's when he was writing in his journal earlier too but he didn't pay attention because he got used with it. However now, things were different. Curious Frank rised from his stool and headed to the exit of the tent. After reaching the exit he stops there and looks behind at a concerned Sarah. "I'm gonna go out and see what this is all about. You stay here okay?!" Said Frank, gesturing with his left hand as Sarah nodded in approval without saying something. After getting out of the tent, Frank saw in shock as the front gate was crushed underneath the wheels of a large black SUV. he then watched as the SUV flipped over and crushed a civilian. That was gruesome to watch. And like that wasn't bad enough, swarms of walkers were now pouring through the opening killing anyone stupid enough to be close to those things.

The military were doing their best, but the situation was spiraling out of control fast. In that instant, Frank came to a realization, this place was no longer safe anymore. He then got back inside the tent as Sarah raised from her stool. "Pack up your stuff, and mine too. Were getting out of here" Said Frank. "But why? What's going on?" Asked Sarah again with that same concerned look on her face. "Just do it okay! This place is no longer safe. The military lost control. I'm gonna go grab our guns and then we'll go to the motor pool and take my car." He said as he kissed Sarah on her right cheek. "Everything is gonna be alright!" Said Frank with both his hands on Sarah's elbow's. He then ran out of the tent and straight to the place where all the weapons of the civilians were held. As he got inside the tent he saw a dead walker on the ground with his brains blown out by possibly a shotgun. As he passed through it, Frank stopped in the middle of the tent and started looking around.

Thank God the military put tags on each weapon with the name of the owner. But even if they wouldn't have done this, Frank knew the serial number of his Beretta so he couldn't have mistaken it for someone else's. This place was packed with all kind of weapons. Handguns were dominating the scene, but there were also some shotguns, AR-15's, some revolvers and even a couple of AK's, some imported some american-made. And of course, non projectile type of weapons like knives, baseball bat's, various types of axes and even a pair of knuckledusters. After grabbing his 92FS and the magazine he had with it, Frank removes the tag with his name and starts looking for Sarah's gun, a [url=http://s6.postimg.org/kmljbejnl/SIG_Sauer_P229_DAK.jpg]SIG Sauer P229 DAK[/url] chambered in .40 S&W. After finding her weapon too, Frank takes the two extra mags, removes the tag, runs out of the weapons tent and straight back into his, where Sarah just finished packing up.

"This is your toy, and the mags and this is mine. Now let's get the hell out of here." Said Frank as he handed over Sarah's P229 plus the two extra mags. Then the two put their guns in leather holsters that they had on their belts, and the mags in their pockets. Afterwards they both grab their backpacks as they get out of the tent and start running towards the motorpool, where all cars, civilian and military, were beying kept. "Oh my God I can't believe this is hapenning." Said Sarah scared as she kept looking back at the main gate while she was running with Frank towards the motorpool. When they arrived there Frank stopped and started looking for his car, a black with white stripes [url=http://images.mecum.com/MN0608/MN0608-70516/images/MN0608-70516_1.jpg]1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS[/url]. Frank loved this car. It had been in his family for over 20 years and he was close to giving it up while he was still in LA, trying to escape the city. As both he and Sarah got inside Frank took out his keys and started the car as the huge 454 cubic inch V8 engine started roaring angry. After revving the car for about 30 seconds Frank shifted into 1st gear pressed on the gas pedal with his right leg as the car rocketed out of it's parking place and passed right through Alex Culver, who was sitting at the exit, honking the horn of his car and screaming at people to come, trying to be a hero. 

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[centre][b]Joe Carter[/b][/centre]

As Joe was facing near death, the young girl ignored his request as she made short work of the two walkers left with her 1911. Then she kneeled down next to him, checked him for bites or scratches and thanked him for his heroic aid. Grabbing a car door handle with his left hand, Joe rises up on his feet as he started laughing. "I'm sorry, but it's incredible what this outbreak can do to people. Before this whole mess started I was a really against any type of violence. And now look at me, I almost died saving your life. But I guess we are even now. I saved yours you saved mine. By the way, my name's Joe. Joe Carter. And to answer your question...yes, i'm alright." Said Joe as he extended his hand to the girl who seemed about his age.