Spencer's Mill
Pop! Pop Pop! Pop! The fireworks sounded the street and sliced into the silence of the dead down like expected, catching the attention of the zombies as they turned and started shambling their way towards the source. "Good job! C'mon lets go!" The wolf said, standing up and moving at a rather quick pace down the sidewalk. Ahead was the path he spoke of, the church was probably a football field away but it was in sight, as well as the vehicles and the survivor manning the walls.
Thanks to the quick thinking of the survivors they were able to make it home safe and without any serious injuries, but they left a noticeable gathering where they tossed the fireworks. IT would eventually part over time, but they have amassed into a big horde that could be a problem down the road. "We usually radio in our return but I think they know we're coming." Gerald pointed out, slowing down to a walk and a soft pant as he returned to his sneaky lie low and whisper tactics. Around this time the fireworks have declined and all there was was a crowd of zombies in the middle of one of the main intersections of town.
Ascension Church
"Well we were thinking about going into the pet store and grabbing some medical supplies, KC said he would take a look at it when he got back from his trip... Which was last night. I don't even know why I left at night that idiot." Alice said, stuffing her hands into her pockets. She was about to speak again but then the sounds of faint fireworks reached the church, moments later she said something and was off to the gate. "These zombies don't know how to light fireworks."
Mt Tanner
The hunter lead the way until they finally came into a clearing with the ranger station ahead. The light was like a curtain as they walked out of the dimness of the woods and came across the dark reality of the zombie apocalypse. Once his eyes adjusted to the sunlight he froze, his eyes taking in the gory scenario before them. Mangled, torn up bodies were strewn across the paths and parking lots. Park rangers, families, even children lie dead and scattered about the area. Across the parking lot was the ranger station, followed by the barracks, but there were... Things wandering around with missing arms and missing body parts. "My god..." The hunter muttered under his breath, his heart sinking at such a sight before them. Not even the poor kids were spared of this outbreak."W-we gotta get outta here... Fuck the camp we gotta get help, right?" The hunter spun around to face the fighter and other uninformed survivor before him, praying they had an idea.
Gas Station
The last hostile didn't seem to stop to see if his rounds hit as he ran under the veil of chaos from the gunfight. When he reached the car he tossed the bag in and climbed inside, seconds later the car was starting up and the gunman didn't bother to check on Kyle and the other mechanic. He was set on running away instead of becoming any more of a threat, but such a risky escape left him exposed for a good shot. If he was not shot at, he would escape, but it would take away valuable time and ammunition... Noise attracts zombies and zombies can form into hordes.
The officer who was knocked out still was on the floor next to his colt 1911 which was being held by the first dead shooter. Near by, just right next to his head was his broken radio and police baton. The store, even though shattered and shot up still might have food inside, there was no way those bandits could've gotten too much since they were soo occupied with beating the state trooper's lights out.
Time was running short, decisions had to be made quickly.