"If I was infected, do you think that I would even have the capability to ask that?" Ange said coldy back to the person. There was an odd grouping of the people, and she didn't like it. Usually large groups were very noisy and attracted the flesh eaters. And lots of them. She cautiously kept her hand on her scar, thinking if that was a bite, she would be dead right now. Or become an un-dead.

Kyle rolled his eyes at his partner. She was always so... untrusting. He noticed the girl with the shotgun; she wasn't human. He made eye contact with her and pushed his fingers unto his lips, in attempt to protect his identity. Kyle knew Ange would not be travelling with him if he wasn't human, and they both needed eachother. "Hey! Sorry for my friend," Kyle said, waving. He started to walk towards the group.

"Kyle," Ange hissed, attempting to stop him in his tracks, which didn't work out too well.

"Ange, we may need their help later. Either we make friends with the right people, or die later." Kyle shot back at the girl, shaking her off his arm and kept walking. "I'm Kyle, and this little demon behind me is Ange. I don't believe last names are of importance anymore." Kyle paused and laughed softly at his own joke. "And who might you three be?" He asked the small group from about 5 feet away, he didn't like to get any closer than that.

Ange, reluctantly, followed Kyle to the people. She scoffed when he said her name; only to him could it be 'Ange', everyone else could refer to her as 'Angela' for all she knew. She stopped about a foot behind Kyle, her swords hit her back, making a small 'clank' like noise. Ange paused and set her hands on one of the sharp blades, almost cutting her finger. This re-a.ssured the girl, knowing that in a moment, she could protect herself.

(( Fail. :c)) 

 ((sorry writers block))

Eli narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly raising his shoulders, trust fading. Even if he had been alone since the world ending surviving in the woods merely by his own shear will, Eli knew there were no aliens, the statement he said was completely irrelevant, his yellow eyes shifting to the girl. Scanning her up and down, she seemed normal well human anyways even kind of pretty. Was this stranger he just met insane? “what are ya talkin’ about?” Taking a step back but before he could finish a further investigation two figures appeared.

Taking a step back watching the other interact with each other they were all too friendly weren’t they? Standing there he slowly slid his hand into his back pocket, feeling the smooth cool sharpened stone he always kept with him. The weapon took months to make, chipping away at it till it was sharp enough to use to kill with. The primitive stone had saved him in many bloody fights with the Zombies. Ready to strike, his heart rate spiked. Fear surged through him. Taking a deep breathe to keep his cool. “um hey, I’m Eli I’ve  known Sasha an Albert bout just as long as you have” Eli’s voice was happy and smooth,trying to cover up his nerves “so, were are ya’ll from?”

Both Albert and Sasha weren't surprised when Eli hadn't believed them. At the moment, that type of information wasn't extremely vital at the moment. Until the last day, survival should be the only concern. What else can they do anyway? It's all about waiting for everything recently: mostly for death because that's what mankind has been doing all these years. Live to fight and survive yet another day.

Albert wasn't taken aback from what that other female had retorted. He was quite used to it, though a charming thought crossed his mind, seeing how the girls he came across usually have a snappy attitude or some bada.ss aura about them. He was almost, yet not a hundred percent, sure that Sasha and Angela would certainly make a deadly and lethal pair of women. If situations were more benevolent, he would have found that sadistically attractive. He could almost chuckle light-heartedly to himself. He just calmly responded, "Just making sure, girl. Those bites aren't immediate, you know. Better careful than sorry."

Sasha grimaced, remaining as silent as always, on edge because of all the shouting that's happening. She was surprised that there wasn't any zombies at the moment, though she knew they would eventually come to investigate sooner or later. Her grip remained positioned upon her shotgun, ready to blast anything and anyone away. Again, she didn't even bother to introduce herself as Albert has once again spoken for her as the other pairing approached close at a safe distance. "As Eli has said. I'm Albert and this trigger-happy girl right next to me is Sasha." 

Albert eyed the group in its entirety, thinking that the number of people is considerably safe for the moment. It is manageable to cooperate as a small group, rather than become separated. More man power is very beneficial for them all. Although, the lack of a longer ranged weapon concerned him. Sasha's shotgun was good for short ranged bursts ideally, but he suspected they couldn't afford to become hoarded by zombies at such a close range. Who knows. His thoughts could be proven wrong.

"I don't believe places of our past are impor-" Ange was cutoff midsentence by Kyle lightly hitting her in the arm, knocking her back on her heels. 

"I'm from Seattle, really crowded up there. So, I hit the road and met Ange here a while later, killing zombies as easily if it were a game, in Portland, down there in Oregon." Kyle said to the guy with no shirt off, Eli. 

"It's not like that really freaking matters right now," Ange snapped at her friend, glaring at him with dark, dark eyes. She crossed her arms and sighed. "Don't you think it's a little bit dangerous just standing here?" Ange asked quietly, more to herself than the group. She was a skeptic, every movement someone made, she thought it was a move to get a weapon or something. Some said she was jumpy, but Ange thought she was just plain paranoid.

"Sorry for Angie," Kyle said, using another nickname for Angela, one she absolutely hated. He would get a good kick in the a.ss for that one once the two were alone again. "She's just a little angry right now, she want's to run home and read her books again." Kyle explained, rolling his eyes as he spoke about the books.

"I don't think that will be a big issue right now," The girl replied, her voice sounded set in stone. Her eyes were looking past Albert, huge and unforgiving. "Smell that?" She asked, mostly rhetorical. "Here those damn flesh eaters come again." Ange slowly pulled a single sort from it's holder off of her back, then the other. "Kyle, get out your gun," She commanded her partner. "Everyone should too, this doesn't look like just a few of them either." She added, her face going from friendly, to deadly. 

| ooc; I'm going to make this turn-based. xD Just for the purpose of not leaving anyone behind too far.

It'll go Shaste, Rocca, and me. Then Loki can jump in whenever, if he decides to show up. ;w; | 

 Eli nodded “ah I’ve been ta Seattle before” talking in a light voice still nervous around people who were so quick to point guns. His eyes shifted to Ange, he wondered why she was so quick to hide her past. Skeptical but a smell hit his nose before any other thoughts, making his heart jump and mind sharpen. A smell that shook him to the bone making his muscles ached to just run now.

 So familiar to him, the meaning of death and suffering and in more ways then one .Turning to face the battle that lie just a couple feet ahead.Pulling his sharpened stone to his side ready for anything,though he did feel a little naked with the guns around him and all he had was a blunt tool to stab with.Turning to the others Eli’s face became angery and serious “is everyone ready?”His voice deep and aggressive.

Looking back to the hazed slow moving figures coming towards them. Remebering when he saw the life leave from his sisters eyes a year ago when we got bit.White hazed over looks replaced them leaving her soul and now a shell of a rotting corpse.Eli never had the courage to kill her body,letting her leave,he hoped to never see her body again.Guilt washed though him,gritting his teeth sadness and anger rising it was time to fight now.

| ooc; Sorry, wasn't feeling that great. Still not. |

Battle faces were on. The stench of the living dead was growing stronger by the second as a group of zombie were gradually approaching, attracted by the voices. Their conversation would have to wait.

Sasha was automatically alert, even more so than she was before. She moved to the front of the group, giving herself an ideal position since she had a short ranged weapon. Her crimson eyes scanned the overall upcoming hoard; she predicted that they were either recently changed, since she had not noticed them before, or were either hiding within the midsts of various buildings they had all pa.ssed by before. Her protective aura was stronger than before.

Albert groaned quietly to himself, displeased that he has to fend for his own life again. He was worried; not about his new group's ability, but just for their lives. There's a chance that someone will not make it out alive, but there's also a glimmering chance that they will all be unharmed. His grip on his sharpened butcher knife was firm and at the ready as he stanced himself. He murmured softly to himself as a mini encouraging prayer, "We can do this.."

The zombies pace picked up, from a dragging walk to a faster stroll to a moderately fast jog. They were drawing closer and closer to the shouts of the living flesh. Even at their jogging pace, the zombies were within twenty feet from the survivors.

[Battle commence]