[quote=@LokiLeo789]
Marcus nodded, "I'll take the right side then." He said as he griped his axe. Marcus took a deep breath and walked over to the first door on the right side. He peered through the small glass window on the it and saw nothing. He grabbed to handle and rapidly blinked his eyes. "Here goes nothing." He said before he opened the door.

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He was greeted by an empty classroom, lit only by the sunlight streaming in through the smallish windows. The decor was perhaps a little spartan, but there was nothing more dangerous in here than a thin layer of dust gathering on the surface of the desks and uncomfortably warm air. A similar sight greeted Sam on the other side of the hall. The small noise didn't seem to attract any attention from elsewhere in the Bass Building.

Two rooms down.

[quote=@Darkraven]
Taking the main road leading into town, Captain Ishida Hisashi was making a beeline for the closest infantry icon on his computer. There was still a distance to go, so he decided to do a radio test. Pressing the transmit button on his digital walkie talkie, he spoke into the mic on his headset, "This is Captain Ishida Hisashi of 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai 3rd Company, UN US Mission, to Roy of... Civilian Group 1-Alpha, second radio check, over." He released the transmit button and waited. If there was a time when he did well in the local language, it was in radio discipline. The utilitarian sparsity of the language ensured that what he spoke sounded like good English.
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"This is 1-Alpha, receiving you loud and clear. Best of luck down there." Roy had a passing familiarity with radio protocol- back in the Nineties, when he was still working a corner, he had had the bright idea of getting himself a police scanner and headphones. He just looked like another young man with a Walkman, but in reality he was listening intently to see if any KCPD cars were en route to his position to make a few arrests. It hadn't always worked, of course, but more than once he had managed to quietly shuffle off before any black and whites had arrived. Back in the day.

"Alright, fellas, let's get moving," Roy said as he jumped into the truck's driver seat and turned the keys. Enough wasted time, they had best head into town.

The roads were pitted, not very well maintained- Nathanson was a poor town in a poor county. They passed by Rutland Park, green and forested, standing out among the blonde of summer wheat and dead grass stretching far to the horizon all around, and then the four men were in the town of Nathanson. 

In what was surely a godsend to students at the college, the Wal-Mart was scarcely a mile and a half away, just right on the other side of Rutland Park. Roy slowly pulled the pickup to a halt on the access road, taking a careful look at the massive structure. It stood in the middle of a huge parking lot. There seeming to be fifteen or so shambling figures milling around the parking lot, all widely spread out. Roy turned back to look at his passengers. "What do you gentlemen think? Go for the front doors?"