The radio that sparked to life next to Kennedy caught her attention, drawing it away from the falsely busy streets below as she reached for it. She took the small short wave device in her hand, while her other raised a pair of binoculars to her eyes. "Nothing yet, just looks like-" She paused her speaking when her vision passed a pair of bodies that had a different look about them than the rigid and uncoordinated movements of the shamblers below. "Hold that thought." 

Kennedy set the radio back down beside her and closed her eyes to focus in silence for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, they were abnormally large and fiercely yellow. The binoculars took a place next to the radio, as she had no need for them anymore with the eagle sharp vision she now possessed. Now, she could make out the bodies of two people, one of which she recognized by his welder's mask. The other, a female who was soon ambushed by a runner, was unfamiliar to her. 

Kennedy picked up the radio again and her voice cracked over the line. "Looks like our friendly neighbor The Maker might be in need of a little help, I count one other survivor plus him and-" Let's see, that runner's done for. "- two scabs closing in on them. They're pretty far out still." She didn't know what Bushwhacker's course of action would be, but she didn't want to act without his say-so. It had been hard enough without being hold up in this fortress, the last thing she wanted was to get kicked out for pissing him off. 

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Liam had ran through the motions as he made his way through the wracked city street. Point, shoot, slice, run. It was as if he were running a play in a football game over and over again as he moved along. When he could, he spared bullets and used the K-BAR knife at his hip to gut the shamblers that stretched at him with pussing limbs. His feet moved quickly and reliably beneath him, almost in a mechanical motion. 

Just as what he assumed to be the source of the beckoning call came into view, he was taken off guard as the back doors to an assumed to be abandoned van burst open to reveal a handful of beat thugs. When the gun was pulled on him, he immediately threw his hands up in the air. 

"Whoa whoa whoa." He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. "Easy now, can we put the gun down and talk about this like civilized human beings?" The words Liam spoke probably did him no good, but they served to buy him a little time to think himself out of this situation. Unfortunately, staring down the barrel of a gun left little room for thinking, especially when the fight would be three on one. 

"Look, I don't want any trouble... I'm just a kid, I don't want to die, alright?" He said, trying to show the worry on his face and play off of sympathy. "Is it the bullets you want? I found them in this car a couple streets back, here, take them." That was a lie, but he handed over the ammo anyway and hoped it would be enough to walk away from this. He should've known those fireworks were too good to be true...