Jessica watched as Katherine handled the crowbar she had just found. It'd do she supposed. Not that she was in any position to critique. Her improvised weapon was a climbing axe. A climbing axe for christ sakes! It was supposed to be use for scaling up snowy cliffs and such. Not sticking it in the nearest sick person. She hoped no one saw her. Specifically the police. She laughed at the thought. The last thing the police would be worried about was some axe murderer while doped up cannibals ruled the streets and cars crashed into each other. Their problems were much worse.

Raising an eyebrow, the idea of bikes didn't appeal to Jessica one bit. However, they'd be more likely to distance themselves from those things versus running. "It's better than nothing," Jessica said as she shifted the weight of her backpack. She was thirsty. She wanted water. "We should get moving. The longer we wait, the worse it'll get. My opinion anyways. A little tip. Hit them before they get too close. Those things like to jump."

Motioning towards the door they came in, Jessica steeled herself before she once again rushed into the pandemonium raging across the streets of New York. As she pulled on the handle, she turned back, softening her gaze. "I hope whoever you tried to contact is alright. My brother called; I couldn't get through. Whatever the case, stay alive. That's the name of the game of the hour."

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An hour had past since they left the auto shop. Opting for caution over speed, Jessica navigated the back alleys instead of the open streets. The number of infected had increased dramatically. A few blocks back, the two had run into a few infected that were clawing and eating away at a young couple. What was left of them anyways. Jessica wanted to do something, but it would've been suicidal. There was a pack, and she nor Katherine were the soldier types. Thankfully, the things were still restricted to hearing and sight. Jessica feared the thought of them being able to smell humans. It was a stupid thought she knew, but she didn't know what was possible or impossible. This whole situation had been a hodgepodge of impossibilities.

Leaning against the wall of a building, Jessica looked across the street as she beckoned Katherine to take a peek. "That headquarters over there?" she asked. A few of the infected milled about, which made matters worse. How would they get the bikes without calling over the whole damn neighborhood? Sighing, she clenched her fist and slowly released the tension. It calmed her down. "I'm ... not too familiar with this place. How do you want to do this? Going through the front certainly isn't an option. Unless you want to deal with [i]them[/i]. Is there a backdoor? Or a separate storage building or something?"