[i]The smell of smoke and fire was thick and heavy in the air. The screams of men, woman and even children resonated throughout the pillage and chaos. People were scrambling and trampling over each other past the military blockade setup in the middle of Times Square. The soldiers armed to the teeth, began setting themselves in formation behind a concrete barrier with their guns fixed on the thousands of walkers moving towards them in a slowly trudged pace. Adrian was rushing out of a clothing store with his blue travel bag, but stopped and watched the horror that unfolded. [color=fff79a][b]"You fire on my command and my command only!"[/b][/color] shouted a high ranking officer. The line of thirty foot soldiers, ten Heavy Turret Guns and three mortars behind the barriers had their sights fixed on walkers coming at them. 

The commander raised his and in the air ready to signal the order as they were now less then a hundred feet from them. [color=fff79a][b]"Sir! they are getting to close sir!"[/b][/color] shouted one solider. [color=fff79a][b]"Hold that trigger finger solider!"[/b][/color] retorted the commanding officer. They were less then 60 feet from the barriers and some of the soldiers began to fidget. [color=fff79a][b]"Sir, give the order!"[/b][/color] shouted one of the Humvee gunners, [color=fff79a][b]"Keep those fingers dry! Do not fire unless I say!"[/b][/color] He bellowed to the troops with anger as the dead now were forty feet away. Adrian decided to do something rather then have them all die a meaningless death, he got closer to the line, huddling down next to an occupied Humvee and shouted the command himself. [color=fff79a][b]"Fire!"[/b][/color] As soon as he said it, he started running, not wanting to be around the carnage that was ensuing, but the commanding infuriated he looked behind his defensive line and spotted Adrian running from the area. The commander then pulled out his handgun and turned firing off two shoots at him...[/i]

He awoke gasping for air. A cold sheen of sweat formed over his head as his heart beat against his chest like a race horse. He sat up in a hurry and snatched up his bag rummaging for his phone due to the low fire having died down some while he was slept. Once found he turned the device on and found that it was only 12:56am, he had been asleep for only about an hour and a half. He turned his phone back off letting out an agitated breath. [b][i][color=lightblue]'It wasn't my fault... they all would've senselessly died if I hadn't said it!'[/color][/i][/b] He reached at his shoulder and lightly touched at the covered bullet wound that hit him.

 He shook his head and placed his phone back inside the bag as he then took out the only clean towel he managed to find, inside the small apartment, then wiped off the sweat that had accumulated over his face. As he put the towel itself back inside the bag he stood back up to his feet and placed on his body gear, he didn't to place on the rest as a result of him never sleeping without the shin guards or arm guards on, as it nearly cost him his life when a hugely tall, walker managed to nearly reach him. His first initial outbreak weeks, he stayed in some high placed scaffolding in an alleyway as it nearly bit his limply hanging arm when he was sleeping.

He put out the makeshift fire of furniture, grabbing his crowbar and bag as well, then he silently removed the wooden chair. Peeking outside the hall to make sure it was clear to which his relief it was, then proceeded out the door to see if he could find a suitable and secure place to hold up for more than just a few days. The raiders had been scavenging and searching areas more often lately then he'd usually see and once they came, the dead were usually not that far from them, he didn't want to be around if both parties ended up coming around.