Somewhere, half-cloaked by the loud shambling of the walking corpses, Amira heard the rapid, persistent steps of someone moving and moving quickly. Tucking the jewelry box under her left arm, the swift woman took her framing hammer in hand and moved for the door. It was just about the time that she had reached the portal that she sound of fleeting footfalls moved past the apartment door.

Having braced her feet for combat, rather than flight, Amira froze for a moment. It could just as well be a raider ploy to get her out in the open, to finally tie up the loose end that she assumed all raiders knew she was. With a twitch in her calves, Amira's instinct took over, shouting at her for being a paranoid fool. Even if it was raiders that had caused this, infected were infected and if she stayed here she would soon be counted among their ranks.'

Wrenching the door open with the claw end of her hammer, Amira dipped into the hallway as she tried to orientate herself with what was happening. The horde. It was to the left, which meant....

Amira bolted, not even allowing her eyes to catch up for a few moments and before she realized it, she was in the stairwell next to a man she didn't know. A man who could just as soon sink a knife into her gut as he could extend a hand for help. The hammer in her right hand rose about mid-level in a twitch reaction before she froze. She wanted to say something, anything to him, but instead she just stared like a frightened doe.

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Boyd's form, in all of its swaggering, duster-wearing obnoxiousness had only just appeared on the scene when Booker showed up. He had not even had time to acknowledge Noella's and Ronnie's presence before he heard the jingling of a keyring being thrown in his direction. Snatching them out of the air at the last second before they would have pelted him in the face, Boyd paused a moment. The kid had came through for him. A smirk quickly faded to a dull pursing of the lips however once Boyd realized what vehicle they had just been given. "The [url=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4c/1972_El_Camino.jpg]Camino[/url]." Boyd inhaled sharply, his brow raising for a split second as if in surprise. It was essentially the bottom of the barrel. No weaponry. Un-armored. An interior that was more duct tape than upholstery. But at least it ran.

"That'll do, Perdue. That'll do." Boyd turned away from the man as he approached his two companions. "Camino." Was all he needed to say to them in order to get his distaste across. Boyd didn't exactly [i]enjoy[/i] shrugging the new recruit off like so, but it would make for a lot less of a headache if he could shake him now. "Just ah-...." Boyd swung back around to face Booker. "Go back to the interview room and... Wait for the interviewer. The... [i]other[/i] interviewer..." Boyd shrugged, twiddling the key between his fingers. "I'm going on break."

Now all they had to do was wait on Ronnie, and pray the new guy got the hint.