[i]Abel O'Connell[/i]

Upon finishing his coughing fit Abel tried to make a mental note to find some cleaning wipes along with all the other crap he needed. He really didn't want to constantly stink of death, even if his surroundings did. With his groceries in mind he continued on down the alley, stopping suddenly when a gunshot rang out in the distance. He stood silently, listening for more sounds following it, but nothing else came, at least that he could hear. He couldn't quite gauge the distance between him and whoever had fired that round but he guessed they were pretty close. Within a few blocks, probably. He sheathed his knife and took his handgun from inside his belt instead. Far better to have a gun in hand if one had to be in a shoot-out.

He kept on down the alleys, walking faster but trying to be even quieter than he had been before. Finally the line of alleys ended and he was forced out onto the street. He looked right first and spotted two Gob's up the block, in the direction he needed to go, he then looked left and...

“Shit!” He exclaimed, immediately spinning around and running as fast as he could up the block. How many had there been!? At least a dozen if his eyes weren't fucking with him, and all shuffling up the block towards him. He ran almost two more blocks, mostly seeing walkers in two's and three's but occasionally he would glance down a street and see a large crowd of them all shuffling together. He was really damn grateful they didn't seem to run.

He went to turn left down the street he planned to find most of his supplies on, but once again there were a group of walkers. Cursing under his breath he tried to think of where else he could find at least some of the supplies he needed, but he couldn't. He had only gotten to the city as it was going to hell, he didn't exactly have time to get familiar with the different areas. Failing to come up with a first plan he went for the next best thing and decided to simply try and get back to his warehouse. Maybe wait until dark and try again. He wouldn't be able to go back the way he came now though, that way was packed with Gob's. He'd have to keep going and see if he could find another way back.

Once again he began running, his lungs burning all the while. He smiled to himself remembering a friend of his chastising him for not having cardio days as part of his work outs in prison.

“Yeah, you be big and strong, but without cardio and legs your foundations fucked so you're easily dropped!” The large Jamaican would shout. Abel wished he had listened back then.

He kept avoiding the streets and alleys with more than three Gob's down them, but kept moving all the while. He soon found himself at the end of yet another street, unlike the others though this one had three seemingly living survivors car hopping all the way down it despite the dead being all over the place. Abel couldn't turn back, by now the Gob's he had seen making their way down the streets would all be converging at the ends of them. He'd get trapped. He couldn't simply run down this street because the monsters were all over the place. Not the vast groups he had seen, but enough to make it too much of a risk. With all other options seemingly ruled out and time running short he did what he thought was the only thing left. He jumped up onto a car and started running down the line of them the same way the people almost a block ahead of him had done. He hoped they wouldn't hear him over the noise the dead were making, but he kept his gun in his hand just in case. He didn't know what kind of people these were.