[u][b]Jason Crowley[/b][/u]
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Jason looks around, the geeks surrounding the truck, rocking it back and forth, however, slightly, because it is a pretty large vehicle. [b]"Yeah. Of course they hunt by sound, it's classic. Well. I don't want to go on a spiel about it, but they hunt my smell, but sound will attract them. And us being up here is like dangling a carrot over a rabbit, just out of reach."[/b] 

Jason walks to the edge of the truck roof, and kneels, looking down at the infected below, surrounding them, looking one directly in the eyes. [b]"I wonder if they can starve..."[/b] Jason turns around, back to Abel. [b]"Well, as far as ideas go, I'm stumped. Unless... Here, hold my gun."[/b] Jason hands the [b].32 revolver with one shot in it[/b] to Abel. He draws his [b]Fire-axe[/b], and swings at the lock on the roof hatch. No luck. He swings again. Nothing, and a few more times, swinging harder and harder each time. [b]"AGH! This lock is fucking ridiculous!"[/b] Jason yells out, kicking the hatch. [b]"Whatever chance we have to survive, could be inside this truck. Riot-armor, guns, ammo. Hell, I'll even take keys to this god-forsaken truck. We just need to get INTO this thing."[/b]