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Lee grinned. "Hell yeah!" He said, as he knelt down before a dead creep and began ripping open its belly. He took Marcus' shirt off, so not to soil it further. Setting it on a patch of clean pavement, he dove into the creep's insides. Rubbing innards all over his chest and face, he began to get a bit queasy. He simply laughed it off. He'd had his face dunked in a toilet bowl full of turds in high school, and next to that, this was nothing.

Once he was fully covered in slime, Lee stood and looked himself over. Smelling the foul stench of death, he knew their plan would work. Still, life was not to be toyed with. He walked over to a nearby car and began fiddling with the internal wiring. "I figure we shouldn't take any chances. I'll rig this car's alarm to go off when you two are all set to go inside. Most of the creeps in there should come right out to the car, at least for a few moments. Should give us enough time to get in and get what we need without being overwhelmed." He said with his head under the steering wheel. He connected one last pair of wires and stood up, looking at the other two. "You ready?"
Thank you for going along with that, Note!

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Lee thought about the risk involved. "Oh yes, I have food. Made a supply run to a local supermarket a few days ago, and the back section was chained shut, so no survivors had been able to loot the place. The owner locked himself in with all the food. Not a bad survival strategy, except I guess he didnt realize there was already a creep in there... Maybe a janitor? Anyways, I managed to break the door open and took care of the two creeps. I went there and back a few times, so there's plenty of food up there. I reckon it would last the three of us about a month if we could carry it all," he finished.

Suddenly, a creep found its way out of the front door of the apartment building. It locked it's eyes on Marcus and David. It seemed to have a broken ankle or leg, so it was very slow. Lee wasn't alarmed. However, as it limped closer, he noticed it was not headed for him, the closer target. Instead, it walked right past him toward the other two, and into the blade of David's hatchet. It fell to the ground. Lee, confused, looked down at himself. His new t shirt was already wet with blood and he still smelled like death. Wait... That's it! He realized what had happened, and the expression on the other two's face told him they realized it too.
Lee stared up at the beast of a man before him, thankful that he had lowered his weapon. He accepted the t shirt, fearing he would be pummeled otherwise. "Thanks, man." He said, as he tried futily to wipe off his chest so to not ruin Marcus' shirt. He put it on over his sticky, bloody body to find it was a bit too big. He walked over and retrieved his soaked t shirt by Marcus' orders and stuffed it in the back pocket of his jeans so that it hung out.

"So where are you two headed?" He asked, trying to break the ice. Marcus seemed like a cool dude, although it seemed a bad idea to irritate him, as he could probably squash Lee like a bug with one arm tied behind his back. David, on the other hand, wasn't big or scary, but he just didn't seem to like Lee. Looking at the two, who were both armed and carried bags full of survival gear, he realized how pitiful he must have looked. Standing there with someone else's baggy t shirt on, unarmed, and covered in guts, he must have looked no more intimidating than a lost puppy. Worried they might leave him behind, he added "I have a bunch of supplies, but it's all on the third floor," nodding his head toward the apartment building. "Floors one and two are crawling with creeps, but maybe we can figure out a way to lure them out here and then sneak in and retrieve some of my gear. I can rig up a noisemaker, maybe use some squirrels or something for bait." Lee offered. He hoped they would go along with his idea so that he could pull his own weight should the three of them stay together.
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Sorry about the extra post guys, I thought I was on edit but apparently not... that's what I get for posting on my phone. :/
-Mistake-
Lee chuckled, trying not to seem afraid. "Oh I wish it was that. Had a bit of a run in with those fellas over there," he said, pointing at the heap of creep carcass. He began peeling off his soaked shirt. "See I've been staying in this here apartment building for god knows how long, until my dumbass forgot to reset my trap. A few of 'em came in my room, and I barely escaped. Turns out the whole place is overrun." He held his shirt over his head and turned in circles, revealing his torso. His skin was red with blood and had globs of creep guts here and there along with some scrapes from the road, but no bites. He also pretty much revealed that he was weaponless and defenseless. At first this scared him, but then he relaxed, realizing these two men would have no reason to kill him if he had nothing to take.

Realizing the futility of attempting to put his rag of a shirt back on, he tossed it to the side. He offered a hand out to the two men, hoping one of them would shake it. "The name is Lee."
It's my character (Lee Richardson) with Sarge (Marcus Calderón) and Note (David Sharpe)
I was only saying that to inform him, I wasn't trying to be rude or start something. My bad
Thanks, Note. Wasn't meaning to rush you, by the way. Just wanted to let you know that you should post before I do.
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