Spencer's Mill
When the first person climbed over the fence Gerald wasn't in plain sight at first until he emerged from behind a shed, now holding a full duffle bag in his hands as he waved them over. "We just gotta cut through a few yards and cross the forest. Can.. Someone help me lug this back home?" The bag in his hands seemed to show obvious signs of being untouched for a log time, the bag itself being coated in dirt and dust but still looking as durable as ever. "We usually hide stuff like this around town for when we get in trouble or when... This happens. There's another bag in the post office too! Keep that in mind..." With that, the wolf reached inside the shed after tossing the bag to the two, clasping his pawish hands together as he waited for either their rejection or their cooperation.
If the bag was taken the survivor nodded to the two again and turned around, scanning the back yards ahead. The recent fight had reduced the chances of a horde, but there were still some scattered around the suburban area.Then the wolf spotted something, his ears becoming perky as he spoke. "Zelda up ahead.. Go through or go around?" He asked, his right hand hovering over the opening in his bag.
((Your characters will at times make decisions that could have an impact on other characters. Some will improve or hurt the amount of trust between you, others will be risks that could endanger both you and your fellow survivor. Remember though! Some risks have to be taken in order to survive.))
Ascention Church
Alice glanced over at Cristoph when he asked his questions, giving the doctor a slight smile as she turned and walked across the open room that used to have benches lined up for Sunday ceremonies. "Well wears actually down to four people: me, Dwayne who was the guy you just met, Gerald, and KC." She replied, stopping and walking around the small stage where a open door was.
"We have a kitchen over here, but keep everything locked up tight and where they should be. Last time we screwed that up a lot of food got taken by rodents." Alice said, standing aside for the doctor to enter the church kitchen. "There's also the pastor's quarters, where everyone has to sleep. Luckily there's three beds made up! Someone sleeps on the floor sometimes..."
Gas Station
Everything was quiet as the mechanics made their approach. In the gas station movement could be heard, followed by a creek but other than that, and the sounds of a gun loading it was as if there wasn't even a gunfight in the first place. The knocked out survivor still laid nearby, his weapons now being abandoned and within reach if he was able to actually wake up and do something. That though was very unlikely.
After a minute of waiting the bandit who ran off emerged from behind one of the cars, propping his rifle against it and aiming it at the jeep. Little did he know that his targets were behind another car.
Mt Tanner
The hunter blinked, slightly confused from the fighter's statement during this kind of situation. He eventually shrugged it off and began walking, only to face another survivor before them with her hands in a less threatening position. The man was obviously surprised to meet another face and he quickly beckoned the other hunter over, clearing his throat to speak. "I take it we take that plan and try for the camp me and..." He trailed off, looking over at where they had left the body of his friend before returning his eyes to the fighter then the hunter. "I left my gun there... My ammo bag too, but we gotta cross the camping grounds first."
Unknown Location
The fox identified as Harris stood over Mac with the gun held away from the father, his eyes bearing down at the man before he began speaking, his voice low, hurt, infuriated, "Your recklessness and stupidity killed three people, three men who had names, stories, favorite songs, lives." The fox said, crouching down so his height matched the sitting reverend's height as their eyes locked on each other. "Now, how the hell am I suppose to take your defense and let you walk out like nothing happened?" A growl followed his words and his finger left the trigger guard, only to rest firmly on the trigger.
Seconds later his eyes trailed away from Mac's, glancing over at the dog tags in his left name which seem to create a glare with what little light was around. A sigh escaped the sergeant and the gun shook slightly in his hands, the reason behind such impulses could easily be noticed. "You're going to take their dog tags, I took them before we left camp... You're going to hold them as long as you walk on this earth sane, understand?" The fox demanded, returning his attention to Mac with a flame in his eyes that could compare to none other. "I dare you say no. I dare you."