Spencer's Mill
Gerald, the newly met wolf listened carefully to the man's words, taking in his name, his status with other survivors, and his condition. Hearing about the man's family the wolf couldn't help but frown and avert his eyes from Jeff, his ears drooping slightly as a sign of his sadness for the man. "Wow... Sorry for the loss. Guess you don't think about the folks you lost until someone else talks about their people."
The depression state returned to a drive to stay alive though when Jeff brought up their current situation into speech. With ears perking up, the wolf nodded once more and tried to crouch down beside the man, his hand that was rummaging through his bag emerging with a Molotov cocktail. "Or.. We could use a firebomb. These things don't like to be burned to ashes but it keeps us alive." He said, smiling down at the shooter while waiting for a response.
The wolfman took a moment to survey the area while he still could, observing the church, the houses, and then the veterinary clinic down the road. He caught a horde circling around a vehicle near the construction site, but what had his attention was the one responsible for discharging a firearm. "H-hey! Over there!" He exclaimed, nearly yanking on the man's collar in order to turn him towards the conflict nearby. "Use your rifle on them crazies over there! I'll burn the jerks below us... Or do you think I should radio home for help? That might be risky..."
At the construction site, a roar could be heard inside when the doctor was spotted. Seconds later zombies started pouring out, charging the truck the survivor was in. One of the undead creatures threw himself against the passenger side door, giving the survivor a brief image of his enraged, blood covered face before the creature pulled away and began wailing on the door, trying to break in to grab the man. The others were circling around the truck, some human while others looked like bloody, fur ruffled monsters with fatal injuries that would've killed a typical man.
With all this happening around the pickup truck it was safe to say the doctor was okay if he managed to close the door. The interior looked pristine, promising a working vehicle... But only one thing will have the final say in that matter; the keys that rested in the ignition.
Marshall City
As the mechanic approached the vehicle the dead thing slowly turned it's head towards the living person, growling and snapping at him as if trying to bite a chunk out of him. It wasn't movi.g, and didn't seem to be moving any time soon... But the gurgling, moaning, and growling seemed to sound more loud and aggressive the closer the man got to a jeep. It would be only a matter of time before the sound attracted trouble if it wasn't dealt with.
Getting a good glimpse of him though showed two things: one, he was wearing a police uniform and two, one of his hands clutched to a doll, the other one having a death grip on a blood covered night stick. It was one of the sheriff's deputies, one of the many who had a family and one of the millions who were slain in the outbreak. The gunfire continued but then a inhuman screech pierced the sounds of the fight and within minutes, the sounds of guns going off ceased. It was unknown if the courthouse survived or fell against its fight against the cannibalistic zombie hordes... But something else was out there.
Fairview
The forests seemed more calm than the chaos that was in the neighborhood, aside from a few occasional lingering zombies and the small patrols that the army had deployed it seemed like everything seemed untouched by human industrialism... Despite the fact the apocalypse had hit nature was coursing its way.
The river clearing showed a huge valley created by erosion. There was a bridge to the left leading to Spencer's mill and a bridge to the right leading to Marshall city, both being guarded by guys with guns. On the bridge to Spencer's Mill there was a group of soldiers building up on the Fairview side, one of them having the features of a fox. Like the officer back in the house the fox wore a black BDU cap and no vest. They all were armed and discussing amongst each other, but they were all currently too far away for the father to hear.
Mt Tanner
The clearing revealed two hunters who were surrounded by dead bodies strewn about the field. One of them was covered in blood and had his neck torn out, no signs of life coming from him.
"Jenson.. Cmon man say something!" The living one said, giving his downed comrade a slight jerk before letting go and falling onto his butt, obviously panicking from the whole thing. "Oh my god... He's dead... We we're just coming back from out trip..." It was then he heard Ice's voice and looked up at her, seconds later the dead man sat up and lunged for the hunter, causing them to wrestle around. "Jenson?! What are you doing?!" The so called Jenson was snarling and biting at his old friend while the hunter held him back, confused from the whole thing. Out of the twelve days the zombies walked, this was his first day.