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"Gotta say, it's not that surprising to hear about some crazed scientist type shit going down in the midst of hell on earth. Seriously, the dead are already walking - anything else seems pretty secondary on the shock-o-meter, if you really think about it,"
She looked down at the ratty red journal that she used to scribble down important info. She’d heard about an apartment complex that hadn’t been raided due to the unsettling amount of dead ones that lurked inside. Jax however, was feeling mighty brave. She looked up and shoved the notebook in her backpack. She walked quietly to the apartment complex, looking around for quick escape routes. When she finally got to the location she paused, now starting to fear she may need a hand. The apartment complex had at least six dead walking around inside the gate. Jax sunk down behind the short concrete wall, hoping that someone would happen along and want to join in the fun.
Charlie was almost to the mountain, and hopefully, would be reunited with his brother. He decided to rest at what appeared to be an abandoned home. “Mind closing the door?” He said sitting down on the couch.
He should be terrified. No, he should be pissing himself. That's the natural reaction to nearly getting your fingers bitten off, right? Of course, nothing feels natural any more, so maybe the universe will let the oddity of sitting just a few feet from the infected slide this time. "So, I get that every bit of shit has pretty much hit the ceiling right now, but..." Rolling the now sufficiently gnawed toothpick between his lips, Jon continued fishing through the bag the figure had on his person, "Yeah. I guess it just hasn't hit home yet that, well, society is crumbling and, more than likely, I'm gonna end up dying in the next few days," he paused, brow furrowing as he lifted his gaze towards the infected; he was pinned down - a file cabinet crushing what was left of his-- it's? legs. Still "alive" enough to make guttural moans and hisses, fingers outstretched and clawing towards Jon in vain.
"It's weird to say it out loud. But I guess you'd know all about dying, right?--"
The metal bat now serving as his only weapon found it's way into his grasp, head whipping around to the door of the office. "Leave. Now."
