[u]Spencer's Mill[/u]
Zombies from all around were staggering and moving towards the radio tower with a fresh meal standing on top of it. They were focused on the two men, some even walking past the girl who was crouched down in the front of a house. One thing was for sure, they can hear but their sight might not be comparable to eagle vision.

At the church, the brief shooting had stopped, perhaps because some of the zombies were diverted to the radio tower now. It was a relief for whoever was holding up at that area and it gave the survivors time to prepare.

Upon nearing the top of the ladder a fuzzy hand was held out to the man, behind it a slight smirk and a wolf-like creature who seemed to be calm despite the fact zombies were crowding around the bottom of the radio tower. "Ain't nobody told yah not to make noise?" The creature asked, stepping back while looking down at the boy. He seemed open, friendly, and serene... Probably happy to meet a survivor. It wasn't long though before the stranger started speaking again.

"You brought one hell of a crowd..." A sigh followed what the wolfish stranger had said, his head looking over the edge down at the horde forming below them. "At least they didn't get'cha." His eyes shifted back to the man on the floor, a smirk returning to his face after it had faded for a brief minute. "So! Ya got a name? Where you from? You found them guns in the store? Are there any other people with ya? I-" A cut off occurred so the wolf could correct himself, realizing he was bombarding an exhausted man with questions. He took a breath, then spoke in a slower pace. "The name's Gerald Grayson... Sorry for bugging ya its been.. Awhile since I've seen someone who wasn't a crazy. I can't wait to tell the guys at the church!" Despite the fact a ravenous horde was all bunched up beneath them, the newly met wolf was still holding himself together and not showing a lot of fear or concern for the death that was below them. When the man would look up he would see this anthro rummaging through his bag, the sound of glass clanging together being heard from inside the messenger bag he was shifting through.

At the construction site, the car seemed to be in good condition with the driver seat door hanging open. The house that was unfinished had movement inside, though, and there was dried blood sprayed across the wall nearby the truck. It would be a gamble getting the truck but from the looks of it that gamble looked to be in favor for the survivor... If he was quick enough that is.

[u]Marshall City[/u]

Fortunately nothing had appeared to have emerged from the buildings or car wrecks that littered the streets. There were a lot of torn apart bodies strewn about the street, though along with vehicles that seemed to have a good chance of working. The gunfire from the courthouse still echoed throughout the streets, obviously being the zombie's biggest thing to concentrate on. The area was clear, the only question is how much time will it be before zombies start filling the streets once more. 

Of all the vehicles scattered throughout the area, one of them, a black jeep, seemed to be in perfect condition. Beside it, though was a body on the floor, and it was breathing and making gurgling noises with it's entire body seeming to have been ravaged of all it's organs.. There was no way this thing could be alive!

[u]Fairview[/u]

The sounds in a quiet neighborhood could easily be heard, and that meant more trouble was coming. Growls, groans, moans, and roars could be heard all around the block as more zombies were closing in on the two story house. Things didn't look good in this area, it was a very risky move to stay despite the loss of a friend. It wasn't long until there was glass shattering and the front door being banged on, but there might be an alternative way out, perhaps even a back door. Fortunately, a vehicle won't be a problem, for cars were in almost every driveway within a fifty meter radius... Vehicles that belonged to unfortunate people who were not able to run before the hordes of undead got to them.

Near the main road a couple blocks down, a man could be spotted looking at the two story house with a pair of binoculars. He was wearing a urban camouflage uniform and had a assault rifle at his side. In the house he was standing by a few figures in hazmat suits were moving around before they emerged with a sense of urgency, moving towards a couple of military vehicles parked on the side of the road. Following them was another soldier, but he didn't carry all of the heavy equipment, let alone much of anything other than a pistol. He was speaking to the one on the porch and the soldier turned to his fellow man, not too happy with what he said. They argued and the armed soldier pointed towards the two story house, but somehow they managed to keep their voices down so they didn't get noticed by the ravenous horde.

[u]Mt Tanner[/u] 
There were probably four more loud gunshots before they stopped, silence and the occasional bird chirping returning to the forest. The zombies that were Ice's immediate threat were still at the house, but there were some here and there in the forests. It wasn't long until a clearing was ahead, and hushed voices could be heard. "Jenson! C'mon man get up we gotta go! You-you're gonna make it! All we gotta do is get you to a hospital and get you fixed up!"