Spencer's Mill
Gerald nodded in response to the survivor's request, shifting over to the edge and pulling out a zippo lighter out of his pockets. It took a few seconds and a few sparks to get a flame running but once it did the wolf quickly guided it to the rag that gave off an alcoholic stench, immediately causing it to catch on fire with a black trail of smoke that could easily be seen as death. "Gotcha. One barbecue comin' right up!" He exclaimed, throwing the bottle off the platform they stood on down at the horde below.
The Molotov dropped and shattered in the middle of the horde, before anyone knew it the zombies were engulfed in flames and began flailing their arms and moving wildly around, seeming to look like actual human beings being torched. It took a long minute, holding your ears up against the cries and growls they made before they fell too the floor and burnt to a crisp, leaving behind ashes and a ugly black burnt mark on the space below the tower. The wolf's head poked out to assess the damage, and without a word he was already climbing down the ladder, only tugging on the stranger while making the trip down.
By the time the girl arrived the wolf was just a few steps from planting his sneakers on the floor. Once he did he twirled around to face the fox, his ears doing a few flicks as he quickly looked over her and realized she was the one they were helping. "Whew~ What a rush!" Was all the wolf said, rubbing the back of his neck and flashing a smile at the girl before looking back up the ladder, waiting on the shooter who was probably coming down by now. The stench of burnt carrion is everywhere, and that noise was loud, the only option was to move before more trouble comes.
Church Of The Ascention
Down the road the pickup was on came a dirt path which lead to the church that he wished to investigate. The path was surrounded by trees on both sides, and everything seemed quiet aside from the fact there were a few dead zombies here and there, and there were more just wandering around in the trees. Ahead was the results of his curiosity, a church that had its surrounding brick wall lined on the top with barb wire and the gate seemed well protected by a figure too far away to be seen clearly until arrival. In front of the walls where the parking lot was rested a few cars, one of them even being a state trooper's car and another being a decent sized van. There was an evident presence, but only the figure behind the wall could be seen.
((Congrats on the discovery of an enclave! The same one you will stand beside for your survival!))
Marshall City
The closest horde approached the sound of handgun fire like the crowd of mindless staggering creatures they were. When they saw the living dinner, though, they picked up their pace, some even managing to start up a run at the door. It had fortunately already closed, but now the numbers increased dramatically from a few to probably sixteen. They were all banging and throwing themselves at the door, one of them shattering a nearby window because of it's mindless rage. At this rate the gate would go down in ten minutes, giving the duo just a quick split of breathing time to prepare their exit trip.
The banging and moaning was almost like a nightmare for even the most courageous as the numbers increased, many of them scattered the streets again because of the fact the survivors weren't detected. Those who did spot them never backed down from the garage, and over time the sound of metal creaking and whining could be heard, that door was about to give in to the pressure very soon.
Fairview post edited out I will let Kyelin run the show for now. ((I'd like Harris back later on, though ^w^))
Mt Tanner
The hunter was almost left in shock because of the encounter, the now officially dead Jenson just being a few steps away from him. He had the sense to look up at the girl who saved him, though, but from the looks of his eyes he didn't appreciate the rescue one bit. Her words were clung to like a baby to it's mother and the hunter nodded, slowly trying to stand up with a pair of trembling legs that were his own. "I-I.. Should we go to the ranger station? Head into town? Wh-.. H.. He was dead... He's dead again.. I.." He stammered and slowly scooped up a bloody hatchet from the floor and attached it to his belt, now running on just survival instead of his emotions. His who body was shaking and that could easily be seen, especially when he tried to pick up his hunting rifle which dropped right back to the floor.
This man was very weak because of his loss, it was evident he needed all the help he could get to stay alive until he mentally recovered. On the bright side, the hunting rifle was now up for grabs, but the living hunter had no signs that he possessed the ammunition... That could only mean one thing. "What's happening?"