[center][h2][i][color=0054a6]CARTER PERKINS[/color][/i][/h2]

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Mike nodded approvingly to Cole before folding the large map. He folded it horizontally and then upward, and then horizontally once more, compressing it into a small, tight square. He handed it to Cole, saying, “Your a determined fellow, I’ll give you that, mate. Damned tough too. I trust you’ll get everyone here to safety. Including that asshole lawyer and those two French sheila’s. Shame I’m not coming really...” he mumbled the last part to himself, then reached for his belt. He slipped his 9mm from it’s holster and two full magazines as well and extended them outward to Cole. “Eighteen shots mate... eighteen shots overall to get you from here to that little island. Better use this sparingly...”

Carter spoke up for the first time in a while, stepping away from the wall where he had been slouched, [color=0054a6]”To raise the issue of a vehicle, [i]Mike[/i], is there anything in that garage that could get everyone out at once? And all together? Jackie Chan over here seems to have a preference for a car.”[/color]

Mike raised his eyebrow slightly and said ,”Of course; theres’ minivans, tourist buses, pickup trucks, the lot. Oy!-“ Mike suddenly barked at Eliza ,”Save some of those rations for me, yeah?” He then stepped over to the security monitor, looking back over his shoulder to the group, “I can see maybe eight of those bastards in the garage. For now anyway, that’s sure to change though. You folks should probably get moving in the next few minutes. There’s a fire axe over there you can use, help yourself to the pipes too.”

[color=0056a6]”I’ll take this.”[/color]
Carter slipped the fire axe from inside the locker where it hung. The axe blade and shaft were solid red with a glistening steel edge at the blade. He rolled it around in his hands testing the weight. Satisfied, Carter slung it over his right shoulder and then turned to Cole ,[color=0056a6]”Look, if you wanna’ take the lead of this little evacuation fine. But here’s’ my two cents; forget a damned car, let’s take a bus or a van. A car could be swarmed and flipped over way too easy. In case you haven’t noticed some of these ghouls seem to be able to run still. Of course... a bigger heavier vehicle is slower, and easier to climb on to...”[/color]

“Your going with them, eh?” Mike asked from the monitor station ,”After you tried to lock me and half of them out you just like that think they’ll let the likes of you into their company?” he ended with a slight smirk though he kept his eyes on the monitors. Carter started to speak but his words caught in his throat as the realization hit him. His nostrils and eyes flared as he looked back and forty between Mike and the group. “And your sure as hell not staying with me.” Carter tried to speak again but once more his words failed him. Outraged he kicked the wall nearby, only for a slamming at the sealed door to cause him to jump. 

There were at least eight of the undead piled against the door, pushing into each other as they clawed, slapped, and bit the plexiglass that acted  as a barrier for their fleshy meals. “You folks need to go, now,” Mike said, turning in his seat ,”it’s your choice if you want to all go together. Carter, your not staying here.”

[color=0056a6]”What? But you- you can’t do that! Those things will-!”[/color]

“Shred you. Drink your blood, pluck out your eyeballs. Oh yes, but your not staying here. Neither are they. It’s up to them if they want to take you with them.”