[b]Clayton Burrows – Gas Go Markets Gas Station – Ada Cinet[/b]

"Shit, indeed..." she duly said. "Looks like you got a friend for the night, Clayton--", Ever since the whole thing started, he never bothered with helping people until both he and said person needed it. Looks like he's tumbled himself into a similar situation. After understandably being jumped by the inconvenient screech of the car alarm, she quickly grabbed the torch out of Clayton's hands and lobbed it over to a spot by the walkers. The confused undead wandered over to the mysterious light, taking no notice of Clayton and the girl. Clayton thought this was very clever but unfortunately for them, the walkers have the attention span of a 15 year old teenager. Their sights will be set on them soon enough. 

"--there are three in the back of the shop, we can take 'em out, cover ourselves in their sick scent, and get out before too many get here." Clayton raised his one of his eyebrows in great astonishment. In the whole 6 months he's been wandering, not once has he encountered this unusual tactic. Then again, strange problems call for strange solutions. Even if he wanted to, he doesn't have time to argue the ethics of showering in walker guts. He needs to move fast before the undead get wise. He then ran behind him to follow Ada into the gas station. She then quickly turned her head and give one of the most quickest introductions he's ever seen. "I'm Ada, by the way." She then continued into the gas station, with Clayton right behind her. She mentioned that there was three of them in the back of the store. If they want more time then they can't use guns, it'll have to be melee weapons. Clayton then proceeded to arm himself with his hunting knife; he's lucky it's sharp because he's witnessed people die trying to defend themselves with a blunt knife. He runs to the door which leads to the back of the store. Quickly but with care, he placed his hand on the door knob. He can feel the vibrations of the walkers trying to bring the door down. It sent waves of shivers through his arm and up to his spine. It made his senses agile and tense but fueled by fear. He looked towards Ada, raising his knife in preparation for the butchery. "On the count of three. 1...2...3!" he quickly swung the door open and jumped back from it.

What came shuffling out of the door was a surprise. It was little boy with bite marks knee-deep in his neck. His jaw was hanging precariously by a thread, guts and blood were dripping like mini-landslides. It's eyes were hungry and ready for the sweet temptation of flesh. They were black and filled with the most basest of human instincts. Everything that he ever was has been lost and washed away by the sweet tide of nature's greatest want and need. Clayton lunged his knife with great force at the child's head, without hesitation. The child-walker groaned with a slightly higher pitch than his elders would and fell to the ground as Clayton forcefully pulled his knife away. Clayton never cared how old the walker is or was. There was no point in being sensitive over something you can't change. He's heard a lot of people say that the children don't deserve this but, just like everyone else, they probably did. Whether it was an act of man or nature, both were still acts of fate. So if you succumb to the new world, then you can't change that. No one can.

There were still two walkers two deal with and they started to come shuffling out right behind the, recently, dead boy. One had what seemed to be hunter clothing and the other seemed to be just an average civilian. He quickly looks towards Ada, "Your turn,". He then rapidly holstered his knife and then takes out his Priest. He then prepared himself to take a mighty swing at the skull of one the walkers. All that was being heard was the maddening cry of the car alarm masking the noises of the fight.