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"Okay." Marko replied, the plan seemed solid. At least, it was a plan. Scanning the street he spotted the shops that Ray must have been talking about. "How about that one, there!" He pointed over at the middle of three shops in a row, one of the metal framed glass doors was slightly ajar. "Look, it's open." He added, not waiting for an answer but proceeding while the streets directly ahead of them were still clear. Marko sneaked out from the alley, crouching behind cars, hydrants and just about anything else that would block his movements from any group of stragglers. Occasionally he would check behind him for Ray, making sure she was nearby. It seemed evident Chief and himself had come across a new ally, coincidence? Perhaps.

Once at the door, Marko took a breather, Chief lay down near him tongue extended. The dog's panting was a reminder to Marko that he was getting pretty thirsty himself. Squinting he rubbed at his eyes with one hand while the other peeled the door open, he was getting a headache, probably from dehydration. There was a creak as the door opened and a rustle from inside, Marko was cautious until a bird flew from behind some shelves up into the rafters of the ceiling. "Fucking bird, scaring the shit out of me." He muttered, barely audible not really intended for anyone. Marko muttered away as if his words were falling upon deaf ears, not fully acknowledging he was no longer alone.

Carefully and with caution the shop was cleared. "You find anything to secure that door with?" Marko looked around but the shop was mostly looted already, must have been a hot spot for survivors. "Broom handle, tire iron?" Marko approached the doors only to close them fully, they'd be securely shut if he could find something to fasten the handles with. Two barks brought him over to Chief who was standing proudly over a sturdy chain that was just lying on the floor. A couple of the links were warped but it would most likely hold them fast he thought. "Good boy." He praised Chief, rubbing him. "What do you think of this then?" He asked, holding up the chain, scanning the floor space for their new companion.

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"Cities gone to hell." Marko mustered a response when she explained herself to him. "Fuck it. World's gone to hell." He corrected himself. Her hand on his shoulder was comforting, reassuring. He took slow, deep breaths like she had told him and almost instantly began to feel better.

"Feeling a little dizzy?" It was almost as if her question brought on the dizziness and general nauseous feeling, but he was sure he was only just noticing it as she said it. "Don't rush, and don't try to talk, just nod."

"Yeah-" Marko cut himself off, sighed and nodded his whole head made a quick jerking movement as he examined her hand running down his arm. There was a strange look on his face until he realized that she must just be checking his pulse or something. The man smirked as she checked her watch and it was almost as if he hadn't heard her other questions, Chief sat idly by watching, "You a nurse or what?" He questioned her, his tone open and friendly almost inviting. After all, she was doing him a solid here or that's how he saw it at least.

The loitering infected had picked up on the scent of living flesh, fresh blood and were beginning to scan their surroundings. One or two making their way towards the small group. Marko noticed them although he was sure Ray had seen them first. "We got to get going." He asserted, a cold rush coming over his body. The threat of imminent doom enough to bring him to his feet with a little assistance from the lovely lady. He was going to ask her name, but decided against it. What did formalities matter at a time like this? If they were still together and alive twenty minutes from now he could make introductions. Once on his two feet, he scraped his axe from the ground and made his way to the alley he had first spotted Ray from. Marko's pacing seemed a little off but generally he appeared to be okay. He snatched his rucksack from the alley and leaned against the corner wall, he looked back over to Ray. "Any ideas?" He asked as he spotted a few more infected turning onto the block, the group had time for now.

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@MissCapnCrunch Oh, I can see it now alright! I can change mine up a bit if you like, unless you're happy enough with it?

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No need to apologize! Probably my fault anyway for not giving you enough to work with - or something. (:

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"I appreciate the back up, man."

It was instant relief as the corpse - now dead weight, fell from his body. Marko gasped for his breath as he sat up, lightning fast much like someone who had just awoken surprised having been unconscious only moments before. That was how it had felt, Marko looked around as began to feel the blood flow correct itself and start flowing back to the brain. "Ya... Likewise." He managed to mutter, eyeing Chief before watching Ray as she brought herself back to standing. He clasped her extended hand and pulled himself up before running the thumb and index finger of his left hand on a furrowed brow, the grip of right hand loosening and a clang filled the street as the axe head hit the ground followed by the shaft. "Shit." Marco examined the woman, "What were you doing out here, anyway?" He asked as if there was an answer other than surviving. "You're the first person I've seen in a while-" His mouth gaping he paused for a second, "Living, that is."

The muscles in his thighs had a strange spasm and Marko's arm extended as if looking for a support before he dropped, sitting now on the road next to the pavement. "I need a minute."

His vision was a little blurred and strained but he knew it was from the struggle and was probably nothing to worry about. Marko gave himself as best a quick visual confirmation as he could. No bites. He sighed with relief. As he ran his hand through his hair he could feel it greasy and matted, looking at Chief he'd bet the dog was cleaner than either of they were, he found it funny but a nice shower wouldn't go amiss. Oh the humanity!

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@MissCapnCrunch Aha! I hadn't even noticed, how crazy is that!?

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"Peachy. Just out for a stroll amongst the local wildlife."

Marko smirked as he examined the street up and down, no more of the infected seemed to be coming their way. A couple of stragglers, probably deaf loitered, swaying as they stood. Chief began to bark wildly which brought the man's attention back to the woman, now disarmed who appeared to be locked in a hand-to-hand struggle for her life. "Picturesque, ain't it?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm before she could ask for his help.

The German shepherd continued to bark savagely, approached Ray and the infected incessant gnawing and the clacking of teeth, a vicious growl emanating from deep within the rotting throat of the walking corpse. Marko was close behind and quickly, holding the hatchet in both hands, brought the wooden handle around the creatures throat, pulling it back away from Ray. He could feel his feet go from underneath him as he slipped on litter before he landed on his back. The infected came crashing down with him, luckily for the young man he had the stinking cadaver in a position where he could keep himself from being bitten and ultimately turned. For a brief moment he pondered on how quickly the tables could turn. This infected was a large man in a previous life and his weight prevented Marko from any kind of maneuver that might free him. "Kill this fucking thing!" He roared as the undead being thrashed, Marko could feel the air being taken from him and began to feel winded. Chief had stopped barking and instead was now positioned as if about to pounce, teeth born and ready to rip infected flesh, a low growl with ears at attention.

Marko began to think of a lot in these moments, his view shifting between the grey skies, his dog and his last hope. He wondered if she would return the favor or leave him there to be crushed. "Help." He uttered, there was no strength left in his voice for any more shouting. He had himself trapped but could not let up the force being brought down on the infected's neck without risking being bitten.

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Ditto! It's turning out alright I think. (:

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@ICanBeAnyone Yay for new RP Partners!

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Marko's zombie apocalypse was going to plan as much as any apocalyptic event could go, meaning it had gone to shit. In the beginning, it had seemed so wild and fast - panic had a way of doing that he supposed. Now a month was like two years of apocalypse time. Chief, man's best friend whimpered as they traipsed through city streets littered with bodies of the dead, debris and trash alike. Taking the sights in took some getting used to, everything had changed and Marko was next to sure nothing would ever be the same again. Unlike most others who holed themselves up and inevitably turned or were lucky enough to be shown the mercy of a bullet to the head, Marko and Chief took to the streets, rather than having any one base of operations they traveled light and took only what they'd need to the point of the rucksack being strained and ready to tear. The supplies were mainly canned and dried food, rope, matches, a heavy duty torch and a sturdy knife all included in the inventory.

Chief barked as he stood to attention, the German shepherd was in good condition generally and appeared to be healthy and ship shape. A quick hand gesture silenced the dog as Marko crept towards the wall, hugging it with his back and peaking around the corner. His right hand was tracked with dirt, blood and dust, gripped tight in it was a hatchet, metal head and wooden handle. He had looted a 9mm handgun but was down to his last few bullets - he didn't like using guns or anything that made too much noise unless it was a last resort. A quick glance at Chief cracked the solid expression on Marko's face, a thin smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth, grip tightening on the hatchet. He'd save his last two bullets for when all hope was lost.

At first glance, the man had only seen five or so of the infected their interest gauged. Marko looked back to Chief again, ready to move across to the next alley when the sound of a tin can pottering down the street immediately grabbed both of their attention. This time, even Chief was having a look to see what was going on down the road. It was then he spotted another one, pushing themselves up against the wall much like him, knife in hand. This one was alive. Marko was conflicted, he wasn't sure if he should risk his life to help a total stranger especially when they were already doing just fine on their own. He pressed the back of his head against the bricks of the alley wall before peaking around the corner one more time.

The collective noise that came from the group of infected was like nothing on Earth, a clear calling of the hungry probably loud enough to attract others. One thing he'd learnt over the last month or so was that these things appetites' were insatiable.

"Alright Chief, c'mon." Marko muttered, staying low to the ground as he made his way slowly to the back of a burnt out car, his four legged companion following closely behind. Bringing his gaze to street view he spotted her once again and with his free hand attempted to signal her. It was no good however, she couldn't see him. The man looked to his dog as if for the answers while trying to formulate a game plan. His free hand had now made it's way between Chief's two ears, scratching his oily fur. You could do with a wash, buddy He thought to himself, shuffling along the edge of the car. The infected had began to close around the stranger and Marko decided now was the time to strike. Like a mouse, he crept to the group swinging his hatchet high into the air before bringing it down into the skull of one of the Zombies with a satisfying thud. "You okay!?" He shouted over all the commotion, bringing his axe down on another of the infected, this time caving the skull with the butt of the handle, it took a couple of good smacks but this was turning out to be a nifty weapon, so Marko thought at least.