[u]Spencer's Mill[/u]

"Right, got it." Gerald replied, glancing over at the small number of zombies before nodding to the two and making his way down the alley way towards the street, crouching a bit when he got close to a corner. When he made it to the edge the wolf gave those who followed them another glance. "Looks like we're good to go." He whispered, continuing his way onto the sidewalk and slowly creeping across the street towards a construction site where zombies seemed to be active and moving around because of the truck incident. "We just gotta get past here and get to that dirt road over there." The wolf whispered, pointing at a dirt road then turning to face the other two while still in his crouching position. "I think KC left some fire crackers in that bag. If you take it and toss it as far as you can they should move. They're attracted to noise."

((This is true. Gunfire and loud booms attract hordes if they are in the area. Which is good to know, yes? Diversion time :3))

[u]Ascention Church[/u]

"Well.. One of our old friends rolled out his stretcher over by the garden outside. It's been empty ever since we lost him." Alice replied, making her was across the kitchen and out the back door. She only took a moment to glance over at Cristoph then proceeded down the steps, proceeding to the garden to their left. It had the stretcher under a pergola. There was a table next to it with a series of tools but only tools a paramedic would have access to. There were also vials and medications, but not enough to give the luxury of multiple operations. "Well here we are. You're looking to be the doc around here mister Cristoph?"

[u]Gas Station[/u]
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The baddie being shot at fell with a cry of pain when a few rounds main their mark. He never got up and the guy at the gas station never emerged. Something different happened, the second shooter came from behind the store and came around the two survivors, raising his handgun and letting out a few shots their direction. He wasn't only shooting to hit them, but he was trying to shoot while side stepping to one of the cars nearby him, his left hand gripping onto a duffle bag that was only half full.

[u]Mt Tanner[/u]

"Uhm.. It wasn't very casual." The hunter said in an almost whisper, glancing down at the ipad before he started hiking into the treeline, holding his hatchet by his side. After a few steps he froze in his steps and looked up at the trees, realizing the sound of birds chirping had returned. It brought a slight smile to him but it returned to the frown he had been cursed with ever since his friend had turned and had been killed. It was still a mournful moment for him despite his good ability in hiding it.

[u]Unknown Location[/u]
Harris looked at the priest for a long time, stared at him, read him for anything that could compromise his word. Eventually the sergeant nodded and stood back up, stuffing the gun in it's respective holster. "Remember one thing, before you put someone else's life on the line, keep in mind you should've died in Fairview." The fox said, walking behind the man and crouching down to deal with the restraints. The father could hear the click of a pocket knife and seconds later a tug that was slightly uncomfortable, a small price to pay for the freedom that followed. 

"You are right, though. There are things I can not tell you about what the army is up to. The best I can say is if I am not around, avoid contact." Those were the last words before the sergeant placed the dog tags in the man's hands then stepped back, adjusting his cap and nodding towards the door. "There's a truck outside, you are no longer in Fairview. I will be around, and if I find out you've failed to keep your word, and have caused harm to someone, you, will not, win."