[u]Spencer's Mill[/u]

"Well.. Actually.." Gerald chimed in, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets after taking in what the two had to say. "I am up by the church, we got only five- I mean three people up there. I actually was out here to look for KC, another survivor like me and you. But.. He hasn't called in with his radio nor has he come home." The wolf said, looking over the series of bodies that laid about while he kept talking to the two, "You seen him? Looks a bit like a canine, wears a cap and a cop uniform.... He went out to go find stuff a good 24 hours ago." There was a five second pause before the wolf shrugged, motioning the two to follow as he went to climb over one of the many fences. "C'mon I can take y'all there when I grab my stuff."

[u]Church of Ascention[/u] 

The man watching the gate looked up at the doctor who approached the church and rose his rifle half way, shocked at first to see a living survivor but quickly recovering to the state he could respond. "C'mon in!" He replied before turning around and calling out towards the church, "Alice! We got a survivor here!" 

"Really?!" A feminine voice shouted from behind the walls, a few seconds later a woman or... A teenage girl went up to the gates, quickly pulling them open and stepping back so the man could enter. "Wow, he isn't even infected! I thought you saw Gerald or KC..." The girl known as Alice said, nodding to the man then nodding to the doctor who had approached them. "Well! We aren't really the type to turn anyone down. Besides, we're very understaffed around here. C'mon in!"

[u]Gas Station[/u]

As soon as the man took a step towards the gas station the door flew open with a survivor staggering out and landing on his side. It was a man or a.. canine of some sort wearing a state trooper's uniform, a cop who had two things missing; his gun and his baton. He was injured and the blood gave that away, but he had enough strength to get onto his hands and knees and fight to stand up while he still had time. 

A few seconds later though three figures emerged from the building and approached the canine looking survivor, unaware of the two nearby. One of them was holding a radio which seemed to have been crushed and broken beyond any use, he seemed annoyed by that fact and eventually tossed it aside, walking towards the survivor with a collapsible police baton at hand. One of the other two was busy looking over a handgun, taking in every detail before cocking it back to put a round in the chamber. "Looks like he didn't even get to cock his gun back, yeh?"

"The fucker broke his radio though. He has to have friends somewhere." The baton wielding stranger said, standing above the downed cop and swinging across his muzzle. A 'pang' that could easily relate to a aluminum bat hitting a baseball sounded the gas station and the trooper fell limp onto the floor, the attacker walking towards his friend that held the handgun and holding his hand out to receive it. "If they find him we can at least make it look like a suicide. Give me the gun."

"Whaddya mean? Ain't he dead from that whack?" The one looking over that handgun asked, looking over at the anthro who still had his chest rising and falling from breathing. Although blood was pouring out of his nose, it seemed the state trooper was still alive, but it was obvious that will all be dealt with if nothing is done.

[u]Mt Tanner[/u]

The hunter was looking down at the floor but he listened to the person who saved him, listened to every detail she gave him and let out a shuddered sigh when she finished off with her dilemma. It wasn't a surprise he took up her offer and tried to pull himself together, but he didn't say a word, he was simply quiet and the only thing he did was nod to her. The hunter took a few steps then crouched down to pick up a bloody hatchet nearby, hesitating at first before wiping off the blood on the blade with the grass that was at their feet. He took a shaken breath then turned to the lady, glancing over at his dead partner before wiping off all the tears on his face, clearing his throat to finally speak. "L-lead the way."

[u]Fairview Carnival[/u]

The captain's eyes came up to the corporal when he was approached, waving the man over with a smirk. "Ah! Corporal Burk! Just the man I was looking for. I believe you got your briefing, correct?" The man asked, holding his hands behind his back in a 'at east' stance before the corporal. Despite all that has happened his appearance was calm, typical for a man with a rank and payroll higher than everyone else. "I have organized another team to go out, they wont be tasked to directly support you but if you get in a pinch they're in the area... You got any questions or was that briefing able to satisfy all your inquiries?"