[b]Scouts - New Orleans - Alex[/b] Jamie was leaning forward, his face buried in his hands. He didn't respond no matter how many times Chris or Alex asked where Danny was. He simply groaned and rubbed at his face. He looked too frustrated to speak, so Cody leant over the back of his seat to speak with the others more directly. "Glad you're alive," he said. Chris then took the opportunity to lash out against the seat, prompting Cody to follow Alex's gaze outside, toward the line of biters coming toward them. "We can wait a bit longer, then we--" Jamie spoke up now, one hand grabbing for Cody's arm. "We can't! Two out of three is better than none!" Cody resisted the urge to punch Jamie over that. He did have a point, unfortunately. Waiting any longer would be a foolish and deadly risk. Before Jamie could squeeze his arm any tight, Cody grunted and pulled his arm away. "Okay! Okay!" He set the car in drive and moved it forward, though it took a moment to move forward with the heavy amount of rainwater coating the road. The sound of the tires squealing was drowned out by the incessant thunder. Jamie reached forward and took hold of the dashboard as Cody tried to maneuver the car into a turn. "We'll drive around a bit and try to spot Rudy. Then we'll head for The Pub and wait this-" He began to lose control of the car. Cody cried out wordlessly and tried to even out, but the vehicle went off the road and came to a stop in an abandoned front yard. Everyone in the car breathed heavily while Cody reversed the car back on to the road. "This is insane," Chris said. "We can't drive around in this. You have head for the hotel right [i]now[/i]." Jamie nodded dumbly. "He's right. Come the fuck on, man." Cody stared straight ahead, annoyed. He wanted to argue, but all that would do was make everyone scared. Without responding, Cody proceeded to drive back on to Cleveland Avenue and head in the direction of Hazel's hotel. Though it was only a few minutes away, Cody was forced to drive agonizingly slow to avoid wiping out in the storm. Chris asked Jamie if his head was doing okay, probably to cut the tension inside the car. It might have worked, if Jamie had responded instead of staring blankly out the window. He let out something between a whimper and a yell when a new group of biters came into view. They were amassed in the middle of the road in the direction Cody had to go. "I'll go through slowly," he said. "We should be fine if we keep moving." He turned into the crowd, lightly bumping a few biters so that he could push through. Some of them lashed out and banged on the car, though Cody continued at his slow pace. A larger one managed to hit Jamie's car window hard enough to crack the glass. It was amazing to Cody how strong the monsters could be when uninhibited. Jamie freaked out as a result and pushed away from the car door, his body slamming into Cody. Cody swore as a response, prompting Jamie to wildly reach down with his foot to get at the gas pedal. "Go! Go faster!" Jamie managed to press it down, sending the car racing forward. They quickly cleared the group of biters but Cody was forced to wildly spin the wheel in order to make a turn. "Jamie, stop!" Chris yelled, pulling Jamie away from Cody's side of the car. Cody quickly pumped the brakes, but still the car went flying around the corner, smashing into a post office box along the way. When Cody finally got the car straighten out, he spotted a person a few feet away from the front of the car. Everyone in the car cried out as Cody ran the person over, their body slamming into the windshield and falling back on to the road. Cody had managed to stop the car, his eyes staring straight ahead. "Jesus Christ," Chris whispered. "That was a person." Cody looked over his seat, eyeing Chris and Alex. "Are we sure?" he asked. "We-We don't have time to stop." Chris glared at Jamie before turning to Alex. "Come on, that was a person, right? We can't leave him like that, especially not in this." --- [b]Myriah - Outpost - Sylar[/b] She let out a shaky breath, still frazzled by her talk with Enrique. She stared at Sylar, her eyes wide open at his news. "That- That is awful. You did the right thing to come back." She brought a hand to her face and sighed. Alan. Another casualty. Another name to add to the list. "What about... Is everyone else all right? Rudy? Chris? Alex?" Her head was spinning, unable to take any more bad news. When had her life become so anxious? It was weird, but she fondly a remembered a time in the apocalypse when she was [i]happy[/i]. She'd lost all her old friends to the disease, but she had made new ones. She and her new friends had even managed to found a community-- a community she once thought was beautiful. "Sylar, I don't think--" She stopped herself. She wasn't sure she wanted to get into this right now. Instead, she repeated her earlier question. "Just, tell me the rest are okay." --- [b]Tyler - Baton Rouge/Bingo Hall - Katie/Jacob/George[/b] He helped the boy to his feet, though he was unable to answer Tyler's question. He was probably shy, Tyler imagined. He looked around himself to find that Katie hadn't followed him inside, so he asked the boy to follow him into the bingo hall. There he found Katie hiding under a table, looking absolutely frightened. God, he'd been an idiot again, hadn't he? Instead of lecturing her, Tyler only waited, his eyes watching the weak kitten in Katie's arms. When she finally spoke, Tyler let out a heavy sigh. "Katie, I'm not an expert on cats, but before everything went bad, we couldn't take in stray cats then either. Do you know why?" He waited for her to answer before continuing. "Look, the cat could be sick. It would normally need shots so that it can be healthy and so that it's safe for us to take care of. I mean, it's never been owned by a person before, so it might not even want to be with us." He stared at the cat, realising it probably wasn't going to leave Katie's side if she'd already fed it. Besides, it looked too weak to go very far. "It's not like a dog. You'll have to carry it everywhere we go. You could let it try and find us if we had to move, but chances are that it won't. Imagine if something bad happened and you scared it. You could be holding it and it could lash out at you." He knew he was hurting Katie to say this, but it had to be said. Knowing her, she probably wouldn't care what he thought, no matter how many good points he brought up. She was still just a little girl, after all. "Katie... it's not likely to survive, no matter if we take it with us or not." And that was the harsh reality, one that Tyler would rather not put Katie though. "So please understand where I'm coming from. I don't want you to get your hopes up. I don't want you to..." He didn't want to say it, but he had to. "... Get attached."