[b] Sylar - New Orleans - Scouts [/b]

Sylar swore as the rain began to splash against the windshield of the Suburban SUV. In the passengers seat, Lucas sat with a map in his lap. They headed towards the three shops that Myriah had circled for them. In the back seats sat Aoife and Jerry. In the truck behind them was Allen, Phineas, Charlotte (otherwise known as charlie), and Zane. The four of them were newer scouts, but they were obedient to Sylar. Zane was barely a day over eighteen, but he had a good moral. Allen and Phineas were both good shots and Allen was almost 6'4. He wasn't lacking in weight, either. However, he was quite the clutz. Charlie was a good kid, she was young, about twenty-three, pretty blonde. Sylar was unsure about her joining the ranks, but he found that she was a faster runner than anyone except for Enrique. 

They'd seen that a storm was comin' but they'd decided to take to take their chances with a run anyways. Sylar almost regretted it the instant they hit the New Orleans on ramp , leading them into the city. He glanced in his mirror, as Allen let the truck slide just a tad, and swore, slowing to a halt, lowering the window, and waving him to stop. They pulled up beside them, and Allen rolled down his window enough to yell through the rain. "Should we turn around?" He called. Sylar shook his head.

"Nah keep, goin'. It's bound to let up soon!" He replied, rolling up his window and turning back onto the road. The vehicles drove into a part of town that had defenitely seen better days; even before the apocalypse. It was what some people might reffer to as a "Ghetto" part of town. There was a small gas station, with a single walker roaming the lot. Sylar pulled to a halt, close to sidewalk by force of habbit. He quickly climbed out of the SUV, the rain drenching him. The walker's attention had been attained, as it started walking towards them. The man aimed is crossbow and nailed the biter right in the head. He retrieved his arrow, as his scouts followed him. He turned to Allen, Phineas, Charlie and Zane. He motioned for them to cross the street to a boarded up department store. The four of them obeyed, drawing their melee weapons. Sylar had the advantage of using his crossbow, but the others all carried loud firearms.

Sylar pushed open the door to the gas station, checking for immediate danger. The group pushed inside, checking each aisle for walkers; none presented themselves. "Make it quick, fellas." He commanded. The man went behind the counter, searching the drawers for a set of keys. When he found a ring of keys, he took it and threw it to Jerry. "Find out which key opens to stock closet." He ordered, and the man went to work. Sylar hopped over the counter and resumed, glancing the aisles. When Jerry found the key that fit, he announced his success, and Sylar joined him. He was pleased with the results; a lot of canned food, at least five water bottle packages. 

It was when a shout came faintly from outside, a swear from someone. Sylar dashed to the window, viewing across the street. To his horror, Zane, Allen, Charlie and Phineas were battling to keep the doors of the department store closed. They were battling a group of walkers that banged on the wooden doors. "Lucas, Aoife, grab some boxes, Jerry c'mon we got to help them!" The two men sprinted out of the gas station and crossed the street. The rain had drastically increased, and Sylar could feel it smacking against his neck and hands. His hair was matted to his head, and Jerry was the same. Sylar pushed his shoulder into the door, a Jerry added his massive frame to the barricade. "We gotta bar it!" He shouted. Charlie temporarily left the door, going to the closest window. She gripped one of the 2x4's and, with great effort, pulled the board loose. Sylar maneuvered himself so the Charlie could slid the 2x4 between the handles. Before she could latch the second handle, the door exploded, sending them to the ground. Sylar swore aloud, "Go, go!" He glanced as Charlie tumbled to the ground, and he jumped to her side, helping her stand. 

To his dismay, the path to the car was being blocked by the walkers. "C'mon, kid!" He shouted, pulling Charlie with him down the road. The cut through the Alley, and Sylar pointed to a rusted dumpster. "Jump in, I'll lead them away! Get to the car and circle around the block and meet me!" He commanded. Charlie climbed in and Sylar closed the hatch. Several walkers appeared in the street, coming to the alley. "Ayy!" He shouted, drawing them past the dumpster, and turned the corner. He cussed once again as several walkers blocked the other street exit. The back of the alley was the fence to the yard of a house, so Sylar shouldered his crossbow and climbed the fence, throwing himself over. He ran down the yard and on to the sidewalk, drawing the attention of the walkers in the Alley. He could see Charlie and the others getting to the cars, so he ran down the sidewalk, crossing the street to the next block. He dashed around the whole block, skidding to a halt. The winds were picking up, sending Sylar's shaggy hair all over his head and his jacket blowing frantically in the storm. The sound of thunder shook the air and a flash of light hit the sky. 

He saw the Suburban skid around the corner, sliding on the wet pavement. He jumped into the passenger's seat as Jerry drove up, Charlie and Lucas in the back seat. He found the Aoife, Zane, Phineas and Allen had jumped into the truck and followed behind them. "We have to go further into the city, we can't lead that herd back to Outpost!" He stated, so Jerry drove into New Orleans. 

-=About an Hour Later=-

The herd had fallen far behind, so Sylar gave the order to turn and head back towards Outpost. However, he decided that the Good Lord wasn't happy with them, as a bolt of lightning shattered the air, sending an approaching tree to the ground. Sylar swerved left hard, sliding across the street, and breaking hard on the side of the road, facing the direction they had just come from. 

Sylar found that Allen had not been so fortunate as to miss the tree, as the truck slammed hard into the trunk of the old tree. Sylar jumped from the SUV, dashing the crashed truck. He saw that Allen was slumped forward, as was Charlie, who sat in the passenger's seat. Both's airbags had deployed, and apprently impacted them. He opened the driver's door and shook Allen roughly. He slid his finger to the man's neck, and profanity slipped from his lips. Allen was dead.... 

The back doors opened and and Aofie and Zane climbed out of the car. "Allen's not breathing, watch him, Zane!" Sylar crossed the car to Charlie's side. "Hey, kid, c'mon, kid!" He shook her roughly, and she moved, sending relief through him. "Sylar-" She winced as she moved her ankle. He saw that it was awkwardly bent away from the bone: that wasn't good... "I can't feel my leg..." She cursed. 

"Take it easy kid, we'll help you." He coaxed, reached to her and sliding his arms under her. He lifted her with ease; he was quite strong and she was rather light. 
He picked her out and pulled her from the car. "Zane, anything from Allen?" He asked. Zane and Allen had eased the man to the ground. "He's... he's dead..." Zane answered grimly. Charlie let out a small, grief-stricken groan. "Zane, you've got to do it. If not, you take Charlie, and I'll do it, but Allen was to good a man for us to let him turn." Zane nodded grimly, pulling out his gun. Sylar didn't mind him using a bullet in this case: they wouldn't be here long enough to attract any walkers. Zane's pistol fired and a bullet entered Allen's skull. The scouts all piled to the SUV, and Sylar lay Charlie in the back, giving her room. 

They drove back towards the camp, no words being exchanged. They couldn't continue a run after losing a man like that...