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Ford

Ford was still trying to get his radio to work, the thing was definitely busted. he started working his way to the stadium, it was far on foot but he could make it. Though what concerned him were the gun shots still going off. "What the hell is happening now?" He had the compact shotgun in his hands, his side arm, and his blades. Personally he would prefer a rifle if forced into combat, but he was smart, making due was his job.

As he was running a door flew open sending a person into him. Ford stood up to try to help the person, though they were already dead. Out of the door came... Some kind of creature. "Fucktard..." Ford leveled the shotgun and unloaded the dragons breath shells into the beast. It dropped dead though it's partner jumped out the door right after it. Ford fired but the one Dragons breath wasn't enough to kill it. It was easily bigger then Ford, fast as well.

Ford threw aside his shotgun and drew his blades. "Come on! Lets do this!" Truth be told he was tired of getting hit by things, a truck, a paladin, and as the two came at each other now a Mutant dead thing. He could tell it was definitely dead. Was this related to the living dead out break from before? It didn't matter, all that mattered was Ford was sent flying into a wrecked car. Ford got off the car, his armor took most the hits but no way it was taking anymore hits the way he was going.

The creature charged him, Ford put his Machete in one hand and his sidearm in the other. He started firing the M1911 at the mutant as it charged him, the shots injured it but it was still coming. As it got close Ford jumped up onto it. The creature fought to get Ford off, as it should have. Though it was not fast enough, Ford was able to stab his blade clean into the things Neck killing it instantly. 

Ford took a deep breath, he was beaten up, he was tired, and he was out of about everything. Ford did a quick inventory of what he had left, it wasn't a lot at all though. "Four grenades, My machete, Six fully loaded M4 Magazines, but no rifle, and..." He looked at his side arm. "One .45 bullet. Awesome." He grabbed his remaining gear and started walking, more of limping. Then he fell into the ground, all he could tell before he passed out was he was underground.

Theta

Theta heard North say John was on his way, though every time that was said John was normally getting himself into trouble. Theta did a scan on the Epsilon AI. "Readings are still on Epsilon but I am not receiving any, he's unresponsive to my scans." He looked at North. "Could be a lock out? Or it could be system damage."
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