[b] Sylar - Outpost [/b]

Sylar was impatient as the gates to outpost opened, the rain still berating the car and everything around it. The man pulled forward, spraying mud towards the guards at the gates. He didn't care, just kept driving into the community. He pulled to a halt beside the infirmary building. He climbed from the driver's seat, stepping down into the mud. 

In the distance, he could see Enrique, trudging away from a baffled Mariah. He could tell the Enrique was slightly annoyed, but he didn't bother to figure out why. He really couldn't care what happened to that guy. Part of him wished he had finished him off during the Haywood attack. Pulling himself back to the present, he went around the car, opening Charlie's side door. He helped the girl out of the car, and put her arm over his shoulder so as to support some of her weight. 

"Take it easy, kid." He ordered, as she winced when they took a step forward. They made their way to the infirmary, where Zane opened the door for them. Isaac appeared in the room, and directed them to the back room of the small building. He helped Charlie sit on the table, and stepped back. He noticed the Zane had a sizeable gash on his forhead. Zane dug around the medicine cabinet until he found some rubbing alcohol, and applied it to his forehead. "I believe that the good doctor's got it under control, so I'll go break the news to Myriah."

"What's the news?" Isaac inquired. Sylar breathed in. 

"We lost Alan." He said grimly. Isaac nodded, sympathetically. Sylar exited the room without farewell and he took a quick stride into the rain. He pocketed the keys to the Yukon and pulled up the hood of his jacket. It was already soaked, but it made him feel slightly better.

He crossed the camp in a few minutes, approaching Myriah. "Myriah..." He announced himself to her. He sighed and cleared his throat. "We... uh... we lost Alan. There was a walker attack and we got away, but the storm knocked over a tree and the truck ran into it. Impact killed him." 

"Charlie broke her leg, so we thought it would be best to come back instead of going on." He concluded.

[b]Emma - The Cabin [/b]

Upon finding the cabin, Emma had not been aware of lay inside. However, when she explored the small home, she found a closet in the back of the bedroom. To her surprise, she found, hidden in the top shelf of the closet, was a small .22 rifle. found that it was too high up for her to reach it, so she looked around for something to stand on. 

She went into the main room, which served as a kitchen, a sitting area, and a dining room. Picking up a chair from the table, she carried it back into the bedroom. Carefully, she set it at the edge of the closet, cautiously standing on it. She reached up and gripped the rifle with her right hand, stablizing her hand. Behind the gun, she saw a box of ammunition. The girl pulled the weapon forward, angling it so she could pull it out of the the closet door. She carefully stepped down, gingerly laying the gun on the bed. She stepped back onto the chair and grabbed the box of ammo, disappointed when it felt rather light. She stepped down to the floor and opened the box. She counted a total of thirteen of what used to be a thirty round box. 

Outside, she could still hear the rain pounding against the ceiling and windows. She decided it was best to wait until the rain subsided to return to the camp; and she felt safe in this house. She almost wanted to go get Rob, Shannon, James, and Marcus to come back with her and they could set up shop here. She decided that she would show them to the house when she went back, but for the time being, she sat on the bed and began to fill the rifle with ammunition.