[hider=Scenario #3]
[b]Scenario:[/b] [url=https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@41.8999876,-88.0217102,128m/data=!3m1!1e3]Sunset Avenue[/url]
[b]Scenario Type:[/b] Open
[b]Max Players:[/b] 3
[b]Current Players:[/b] SyrianHamster, Dragonbud
[b]Loot Level:[/b] Don’t get your hopes up.
[b]Walker Density:[/b] Mild.
[b]Bandits:[/b] Unlikely.[/hider]

[hider=Hannah’s Group]
[b]Members:[/b] Hannah Banks, Camellia Morgan, Woodrow Hepburn, Oskar Rennold. 
[b]Weapon Pool:[/b] M14 (1 x 20), M4A1 CQR (2 x 30), Beretta 9mm (1 x 15), Winchester Model 70 (x20)
[b]Equipment Pool:[/b] Apache helmet, military radio, 2 x can of baked beans, box of stale bran flakes, map of Chicago, protein mix.
[b]Location:[/b] The Ambulance [/hider]

Hannah looked the girl - not woman - up and down; scanning for a sense of threat. After a few uneasy seconds, she lowered her rifle. She cast a quick glance at Woody, and after a brief look around, he shook his head. So it wasn’t a trap, well that was a relief. 

“Stay there, ma’m,” said Hannah, edging back into her authority seat. 

She turned to face the picket fence where she’d left Oskar and Camellia, and patted her chest twice. It was the signal she’d taught them; two pats meant ‘status update’. To her relief, both of them waved a hand above their cover to indicate everything was fine. 

Turning back, Hannah shrugged, [b]“it’s not technically ours ma’m, we’re just after the battery up front. You can keep what you found in the back, medical supplies aren’t our priority right now.” [/b]

“Fuck,” growled Woody. He’d moved from his crouched position from the side of the ambulance, and was shaking his head at the battery. “The terminals are corroded, they aint gonna work for shit.”

“God damnit,” sighed Hannah. “Keep your gun up, and watch for trouble.” 

She looked over at Oskar’s position and waved at them. The Pole dutifully rose from his cover, and hopped over the fence. Within seconds he had jogged up to Hannah and the girl, giving the latter a brief smile. 

[b]“My name’s Oskar,”[/b] he said to the girl. [b]“It’s okay, you’re safe.” [/b]

[b]“That might be a bit too early of a call,” interrupted Hannah, pointing down the road. [/b]

[b]“Aw fuck,”[/b] muttered Woody, joining the trio. [b]“There must be dozens of them. You reckon they heard, or saw us?”[/b] 

“Both,” spat Hannah, “not that it matters.”

“Plan?” Oskar asked, pointing his rifle down towards the advancing spattering of walkers. 

“Don’t shoot,” Hannah snapped, “I don’t want a repeat of Camp Defiance.” 

“Hey,” Oskar shot back. “If I hadn’t of blown that thing’s head off, you’d be minus a foot.”

“Maybe,” she replied, not giving much weight to his words. “Where’s Camellia?” 

“Fuck knows,” Oskar snorted, “she was there, then she wasn’t, you know what she’s like.” 

“That I do,” nodded Hannah. “Well, it can’t be helped. She’ll rejoin us, or she wont, I’m done baby sitting that dumb bitch.”

“Hannah!” Squawked Oskar, “she’s one of us!” 

“That’s her choice, not mine.” 

Woody nodded his head. “It’d be sad to lose her, but you’re right, she’s a loose cannon and Lord knows she’s put us through enough trying times.” 

Hannah started backing away from the direction of the walkers, noticing that the dozens had become hundreds. She snatched the map of Chicago out of Oskar's back pocket and looked at it for a few seconds, before stuffing it back. He hid his embarrassment of being manhandled well. 

“Okay, we can’t go south, and we can’t go west, so we’re going to have to go east,” she said, starting a slow walk on down the road. She stopped briefly, and looked at the girl. [b]“Ma’m, you’re welcome to come with us, but you gotta do what I say if you do; if you go walking off, you just saw what happens. Choice is yours.”[/b]

[b]“Yeah, and don’t think of going crazy on us. I see that machete move faster than I fancy, and I’ll put you down,”[/b] added Woody, showing the girl the pistol stuffed in his cargo pants.