[h1][center][color=007236][b]Hank[/b][/color][/center][/h1]

Ration day, this normally meant Hank had to take time out of his week to get rations that years ago would have been enough to last him a bit over a week. This was supposed to hold him over longer.That didn't matter, Hank could try to pull off enough to eat from his runs, though this would raise suspicion. Plus, the crap rations would make it so he could focus on more important things. Things like finding a way to get out and not get killed. The aging man removed a piece of sheet metal from the wall to reveal a compartment that housed his .357 and what bullets he had left, which wasn't enough to do much but it would help in a bad situation. "[color=007236]Seven bullets...[/color]" He closed up the space holding his gun and some spare food and water he has collected over time. Before Hank could leave he needed a lot more. He figured at least a week's worth of food, two weeks of water, and some kind of armor. Tools would help but getting any that would last longer then a few days is unlikely here.

But for now, Hank needed to gather his rations. The time will come where he will be able to leave, but that is not now. Hank made his way to Ration distribution, watching those around him. Despite the weight he has lost over the years he was still a much bigger person then many of these people. Probably stronger too. Years ago it would have been his job to help these people get food, get safe shelter, and to keep them safe. These private security type that run things now say they are government employees, despite the fact that they do technically fall under that classification they sucked at their job. Then again was the government ever good at that? The current armed forces though were nothing to mock though, other then their shady morals they were good at what they did do. Working years with them Hank understood that if a situation went bad it only took a small squad to wipe out a large portion of a district.

One of the first things Hank noticed on his way was a man he knew as Mr. Brady. Hank never got the chance to know him or anyone else while he worked security, but Hank wasn't a fan of anyone in a position of power right now. Hank simply avoided contact while he walked, the food was more important then anything else that might go on. 

Arriving to the ration station was a pain. Long lines and not enough rations to go about. Hank would be here for hours before he got some, if he got some. He could find a way to make things work if he had to but that would set him back months if he didn't get the rations. Once he could get inside and outside with out trouble he'd be able to cause more then enough issues for anything that the new government wanted to try to do.

[center][h1][b][color=ed1c24]T[/color][color=662d91]w[/color][color=f6989d]o[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

The door held longer then a few minutes, barely. Many holes were made in it but the destruction in the house made enough noise with the wind to spread them out and make them loose interest on his door. It was night now, and the temperature has plummeted. Two is now laying down with a blanket over his body and the shotgun at the ready. It wasn't enough though, it felt like it was below freezing outside. His hands were shaking... so was the rest of his body but at least he could use his legs. With out his hands using a rifle correctly or his pistol would be a problem. He could still try to just point and shoot the shotgun and that would be enough to stop anything point blank in front of him.

He had 2 shells left in it though... he counted at least four or five infected. "[color=ed1c24]....we don't really have much of a choice do we Eight?[/color]" He spoke as he looked at the toy dog, who gave his generic blank expression. "[color=ed1c24]...We're dead if we stay, we're dead if we run... We have stew waiting for us though...[/color]" The gear and supplies he had on him were heavy, and they were both going to be slow due to the cold...

Two left his bag, his rifle, and most of his gear other then his coat, eight, his pistol, his shotgun,the axe, and a couple odds and ends that fit into his pocket. Eight was strapped to Two's back using some rope from his bag. At least with out the gear he would be able to run a bit faster. He could always come back for it. "[color=ed1c24]We don't have far to go... less then a mile. If we are smart we can navigate the dark and make it inside before things get too bad...[/color]" He made sure the guns were loaded and ready to fire.

Two crept out the door slowly, letting it creak as he did so. No infected were near by, at least by what he could see. He worked his way downstairs with the shotgun raised. He could hear the rustling in the other rooms as he walked. Each board making noise as he moved. If it wasn't for the activity in the house he would have been noticed by now. He slowly pushed open the front door with the barrel of his gun, once it was open he broke out in a dead sprint.

He was soon tackled as he ran by one of the infected, if it wasn't for his jacket he would have been bit by now, and yet again, it saved his life. Two was stuck on his side while the infected kept trying to get to his flesh, two was able to pull his pistol and fire off a shot point blank into it's head, sending bits and pieces everywhere. It doesn't matter how much noise was going on inside, that gunshot would draw the attention of anything with in hundreds of yards, and at least get noticed by anything up to a couple miles.

He got up and ran as fast as he could still sprinting. Two wasn't a great sprinter though, all he could do was go as fast as he could before the infected got him. He was able to make it to the door of the Bunker, the infected getting closer and closer as his sprinting went to a jog, then to a steady run, then to a speedy walk... then to just trying to not collapse as he could hear the leaves break under the the many feet behind him.

The door was still shut, Two turned around at the bottom of the steps and took aim. "[color=ed1c24]Eight! I'll Keep them back! You open the door alright? And be fast.[/color]" The first infected came into sight and was shot out of the doorway with a single blast of the twelve gauge shotgun. As the second one came the shotgun went off again, extinguishing it's last shell. Two dropped the shotgun and drew his pistol. "[color=ed1c24]OPEN THE DAMN DOOR EIGHT![/color]" He would fire off one shot at a time as the infected tried to crawl their way into the narrow stair way. Some falling and getting shot when they hit the ground, others getting shot as they try to charge down. 

Once the seven round clip was emptied Two stood in shock, the infected were done. The last one dead as Two executed it with the last bullet. Two still stood in shock... "[color=ed1c24]Why didn't you open the door...?[/color]"