[@Pirouette]

John had been cursing aloud at the stupidity of people in chaos. [color=00a651]"Why can't you fuckers seriously plan ahead? I mean, outside of this shit people wouldn't have left their tanks empty because of work. That asshole had over one hundred thousand miles and I CAN GARUNTEE, that he would have to tra-"[/color] He jumped and turned, SCAR up and aiming behind him at a...car?

A working car? 

Goddamn it must've been his birth-

Wait a minute....

What the-

It took him only seconds to analyze and react to the situation. The first second he took in the car itself; Police car, Crown Vic, front plate said "[I]New York[/I]". [color=00a651][i]'Long drive...'[/i][/color] The second second he took notice to the occupants of said car; Aggressive figure in back seat, threating presence, female, Caucasian in color, long hair, looks frightened. [color=00a651][i]'Why is she-'[/i][/color]. The third second was when he reacted he looked over through the ACOG part of his scope to take notice to the walker outside of her car and fired two shots; The first hit the neck, whipping the head in his direction and the second hit its head, brain matter spattering the driver side window. He the quickly swung the gun to the inside of the car. From the driver's point of view it would seem he was aiming his gun at her however two more muffled pops went off as the glass from the windshield shot inward with two small holes to show where the shots were. Close to her seat but punctured behind her as the unwanted guest smacked its head against the back seat and then quickly went limp. John kept looking down his sights through his one eye while his peripherals handled the surrounding area as he moved in, his military training could definitely be seen in his movements. The gap between him and the car closed quickly as he made his way to the driver's window. His eyes bore into hers with an icy coldness mixed with a distant stare. It showed experience and, if she looked into them, a past that haunted this man's life. 

[color=00a651]"You're ok now... Are you hurt? Have you been bitten?"[/color] The last question was asked with a bit of edge as he gave no chance to answer as he backed up, his voice much louder and colder. [color=00a651]"Have...You...Been. BITTEN!?"[/color] He wanted answers clearly and expeditiously. The rifle was brought up to her face from behind the glass. His arms were steady, unmoving, yet all signs showed that any sudden movement he would fire. [color=00a651]"Answer me..."[/color]