Jenna followed Gerald silently, wary of any noise that could indicate a zombie attack. So far, after their brief encounter earlier they hadn't had too much trouble from them. Hopefully, their luck would last. Soon, they made their way to a construction site where quite a few zombies were milling around, obviously agitated by something...or someone. Gerald mentioned fire crackers, and Jenna nodded silently. She had used distractions like this many times to avoid the hoard before, so she knew what she was doing. Reaching into the bag, she searched for the fire crackers, finding them close to the bottom of the bag. Taking them out, she readied them and tossed them as far as she could with her right arm in the opposite direction.

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[b]"Well, its what I did before this all happened. I see no reason to change my profession now."[/b] He said with a small smile, which quickly faded. He walked over to the stretcher and the tools. It looked like it was adequate for the job of patching someone up, but they wouldn't be able to do a lot of major operations. He doubted they would need to anyways, if someone was hurt that badly, he doubted they'd be living long anyways.