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* Max looked at his map after turning on a few streets as he got closer to the gas station but when he looked at the map he saw that there was a convenience store just a little ways away from the station * Max: alright then so small store a few blocks down ill stop there after i get some gas * max said as he would start to jog now just to not waste any time as max would stab any stragglers that were on the street he would eventually come to a corner seeing the gas station in front of him and he would see a glimpse of the stoor that was down the way but from the looks someone went in it already * max: well hopefully there's still something * max said as he picked up his can and stick and he would walk up to the front of the gas station he would hit his stick against the door making a clanking noise a zombie would come out from behind a isle as it screamed before charging its way threw things max would get ready before holding his stick up as the zombie would get stabbed threw the head and fell to the ground with a thud * max: i hate mondays * max said with a chuckle * max: hehe thank you bill Murray for the line * max said to himself as he would un expectedly be tackled from the side max would then struggle with the zombie on him * max: shit shit shit! * he said as he would grab a glass shard that was big enough before stabbing it threw the zombies head but max had cut his hand from holding onto the glass * max: shit you dumb ass you made me cut my self * he said kicking the dead corps off of him as he sat there taking a breath

*Somewhere on the other side of town, a loud thud could possibly be heard as the self proclaimed "Final Girl of the Apocalypse" slammed her trusty baseball bat "Betty the Kneecapper" right across the face of one of the three walking corpses.*

"Leeeroooooooy.....Jeeeeenkiiiiiiiiiins!"

*She would yell at the top of her lungs. She lunged forward with a well placed kick to the chest of the next one, connecting nicely with her combat boot. And then, the last one. Willow Calhoun, mean as a snake, but sweet as sugar... She would grip the taped handle of Betty and rear back as she looked the last one in its cold dead eyes.*

"Yeehaw, sumbitch!"

*She said, in a cocky tone, as she swung with all the might of a pissed of punk. Adrenaline rushed through her as she connected across its face. Only the one she had kicked, and this last one went down. The first one still stood, one eye hanging out like a certain fan favorite character, when another fan favorite character was done with him.*

"Well, screw me. Ya don't go down easy, huh? Fine..."

*She would rear back with Betty again, this time swinging and teaching this creature why Betty was called the "Kneecapper." As she contacted its right knee, it was as if it shattered. The zombie stumbled back and fell to the ground. All three were twitching and groaning. Willow would wipe her face where the blood of one had splattered.*

"So...gross..."

*Willow made a scowl and then proceeded to finish the job, one by one. When she was done, their bodies still twitched a bit, but they no longer made a sound. Their heads were properly bashed in. Willow would sigh and finally relax. She would revel in her glory as she leaned against a wall, checking Betty for any serious damage.*

"Guess it's just us, Betty. Us against the world."

* Max would tired from his battle with the undead in the run down gas station he picked himself up rapped his open cut hand with a rag and fight it as tight as he could *

Max: you asshole I cut my hand killing you * he said kicking it like a child before grabbing the gas can with his non cut hand he would make his way back where he had came from witch wasn't to far he had parked his van in a ally and covers it with stuff to hide it so once he would run back he would find a couple of thugs walking around the van trying to get it cleaned. Max would then dive behind a fallen trash bin with the gas can he would thankfully hear a giant group of infected coming down the street and ally he had to think quickly or he knew he wouldn't have made it so he started to yell out to the zombies*

Max: OVER HERE YOU MAGGET SACKS! * He yelled out before hitting a thing of sheet metal with a pipe he found on the ground the hours grew quickly and the thugs had become trapped they would get in a fighting stance to fight the undead Max would quickly take the keys out of his pocket and struggled for a second trying to get the key to go in before he heard the click of it unlocking he pulled it out and got in locking all the doors again he would then try starting it up the van would chug trying to turn over zombies started forming around the van as he could hear the thugs fighting and screaming in pain from being torn to shreds * Max: haha next time don't try and take someones vane you dumbasses * he chuckled as he turned the key once more happily hearing the engine roar to life he would put it in drive and slowly push his way forward it was difficult couse there was no room to move but the van couldn't exactly run over a mountain of the undead so he would press the gass harder and barely making it out of the ally he drove down the street back to the city to hopefully get more gas for the van and a map hopefully the van wasn't the quietest when it came to vehicles but it was the best to carry and travel with so he made do as he drove threw the city the engine would run loudly for anyone to hear so he would try and drive as slow as he could.*

*Meanwhile, Willow began checking out some of the buildings. She would peek in a couple of them to see if there was anything worth looting. Not really. Maybe some loose wire here, or a broken object there. She would cut some of the wire and pack it away. One would never know if it could come in handy, but not have it on hand.*

*Willow wasn't one to think practically. She thought outside of the box. What was junk to one person could be used to fix or rig something to her. After peeking into a couple more buildings, she would hear it. The sound of something moving. It wasn't the familiar shuffle of the undead walking. No, this was something bigger. A car, perhaps? Maybe a truck? But it moved slowly. Just enough to hear the ground beneath it. Willow checked out the surrounding area. There wasn't much. But the she saw it, a dumpster. Willow carefully made her way to it, them crouched down beside it. She would wait and watch to see if whatever was making the sound would come her way.*

* Max would be thinking of his next plan and he thought that he needed well any weapon he just needed the parts to make it so as he drove slowly down the street close by he would end up seeing a hard wear store that didn't look to abandon but also made him nervous since that would mean there's to many in there to loot but what other choice did he have so he thought about it he would step out of the van as he left it running took a astray to brake the store window to hopefully draw whatever out then block himself in once they were out so he threw it smashing the window with a loud shadering sound all the people who had tried to loot it before were part of the undead world now some with there faces half missing some with only a few limbs he would then yell over to them *

Max: over here come on I've been waiting for some commotion * he said as he would then quickly get back in waiting a sec for the zombies to roo. Out and to the van he would quickly go backwards then quickly forward next to the opening of the hardware store he would then park it and started gathering stuff to make something he grabbed duck tape glou and a sledge hammer and attached it to a circular saw*

Max: woo now this is a as pretty as the Mona Lisa * he said as he would take some more time to gather stuff before shoving it into the van and getting in himself he would pull out from the window and park turning the van off and getting out he would yank on pull on the saw to start it and he would then get a grin on his face as the zombies shuffled there way to him he would run up to the first zombie and penetrated the zombie in the gut causing blood to spue all over him and everything else he would kick it off before swinging it in a circle into the group of the zombies and he would base a few heads but some would stop the sledge so he would hack and slash at them till all he saw was blood on the ground and not a single one left moving, he would take a moment to wipe some of the blood of his face before taking a breath *

Max: I guess I made a mess * he chuckled to himself before regaining his breath and leaning the sledge saw in his shoulder * Max: alright time to get the rest of that gas * he said as he started to walk over the zombie bite that were all over the ground back to his van *

*Willow watched as Max made light work of them. As she saw his make shift weapon, she would sort of smirk.*

"What the hell did he Frankenstein together?"

*She would shrug, then eye the van. At some point while Max was making a mess of the zombies, she would sneak over to his van. Not to steal it. Not to rob him. No. She would climb into the back and hide behind the back seat. She had no intentions of robbing him. Just finding a way out of this with as little trouble as possible. Trouble, though? She invited it, when she knew she could control the outcome. This time though, she had to be careful, as she didn't know if he was deranged or just pissed.*

"If he catches me, maybe I can talk my way out. But we'll just hope it doesn't come to that."

*Willow carefully laid down and covered herself with an old tarp that was in the back. She stayed perfectly still and quiet as to not raise any suspicion.*

* Max was to busy to notice her while he was fighting so he didn't have a clue he would then open the back seeing all the different tools and such he grabbed he would toss the sledge saw next to the cloth of witch he thought was just a bag he would rummage threw his stuff nocking things over and half assly picking it up he would find his joint case it was about the size of a cigar case he would open it showing only two joints left *


Max: dammit to hell only to I guess I could brake it and use the pipe Dame that's the one thing about a apocalypse zombies can't grow for shit * he said talking to himself as he would take the one and lit it before taking a drag and closing the back doors from the inside he would climb his way threw to the front seat as he would place the joint on a installed ashtray he would start the van up again easily turning on this time he started to drive back to the gas station he had found earlier since he knew that a tiny gas can won't make the van run long so in enough time he made it back and pulled up next to the pumps he looked around the place from the driver seat and for the most part he thought it was clear and turned the van off before getting out *

*Willow smelled what he was smoking. She felt some kinda way. Jealousy? Envy? Comfort? She didn't know yet. But what she did know was that she missed that smell.*

*She would slowly inhale, kind of hoping to get a contact from it, but also knowing it wouldn't happen. As the man stopped the van and got out, she would carefully uncover herself and peek out. She used to work at a gas station, and knew how to turn on the pumps. But, with no power active, the pumps would be hard to turn on. Instead of immediately getting out, she would cover herself again and wait to see if maybe the man could figure anything out.*

* Max would take drags of his joint as he walked to the pumps thinking maybe he could get lucky but to no surprise it didn't work *

.Max: do I really have to get the power back on what is. This cod zombies * he said as he would go back to the van and open it taking more drags he would walk into the back as he picked up the sledge saw and seen that with as much blood on it he had to clean it first but instead of that Max would rummage threw a few things just missing the cover and he would then pick up a pitch fork from the store he had tooken he would put the half smoked joint on a metal try to put it out while he looked around he would then close the doors again and make his way to the front of the building *

Max: ok so ether a fuse box a generator or maybe some other option but I won't find out till I look " he said as he shrugged the worry away and stepped his way threw the building *

*Even though now would be the time to shut up, Willow decided to nut up. She knew it would be wrong to let him go by himself. She waited for a few minutes, giving him time to clear the van before sneaking out. Willow took a deep breath and uncovered herself. She would carefully open the door and ease her way out.*

"If I die, I'm going to be so pissed..."

*She said as she gritted her teeth. Willow would grip her bat and follow Max, silently covering his back. She had to make herself known in the right way. No startling him. She didn’t know how he would react. This had to seem like a chance meeting. Hell, now she was feeling like the creepy one. Stalking someone, trying not to get caught. Willow waited for him to make his move as she scanned the area. She had one shot to do this without becoming a pitchfork-cabob. Willow made her choice. She would quietly head towards the opposite direction from whichever he decided. She would make it seem like she was just scavenging. Step one, set up the meeting.*

* Max carefully watching for anything that might've been moving and searched only one room so far and it seemed more like the kitchen then anything as he approached the side of the counter carefully he would quickly turn the corner to raise the pitchfork before he lunges he stopped seeing the girl scavenger he was kind shocked seeing someone that wasn't a thug or raider so he stood there holding the pitchfork ready *

Max:miss you better give me a good Dame reason not to impail you couse trust me it won't be fun * he said in a stern tone *

*Willow slowly turned around with her bat in hand. She would assess the situation and slowly raise her hands, in a non-threatening manner.*

"Judging by the look of you, and the fact that you spoke first instead of attacking... You're probably not looking for trouble."

*She would look to the pitchfork, then back to him, meeting his eyes.*

"I don't want any trouble either. I know you need gas. And I know how to turn the pump on, if we can get the power on..."

*She kept her hands raised, trying to keep in control of the situation, carefully watching him.*

* Max with the best bullshit face he could he would loosen his grip on his pitchfork and think for a second*

Max: oh ya how do you know how to get the pumps on and why would you help me get them back on if I couldn't myself

* he said wanting to trust the person but he knew in a world like this had changed him from himself before he changed into the couscous surviver that he was " Max: but if your for real and your not bullshiting I'll put the fork down then we can talk about working together to get out of this city how does that sound?

* He said as his hands grew sweaty from fear and worry of this stranger *

*That's exactly what she wanted to hear. She would point over to the cashier stand.*

"I used to work at a gas station. They're mostly always the same. You need know how to activate it without paying. Some places have switches. I believe this is one."

*Willow kept her hands up, and kept studying the man.*

"I just want to get out of this town. Please?"

* max would take a second to look the lady and when she said please he could say no to someone so he sighs and puts the pitchfork against the counter next to them *

Max: ok but I'm going to tell you this once and only once don't even think of double crossing me because I will find you that is if you didn't finish the job but besides that I want you to show me how those gas station pumps work alrighty

* he said as he would hold out his half assed bandage job on his cut hand but he stood there ready for a the hand shake for them to work together*

Max:I have another question for you how did you get here just running in the street to street couse the only other thing here was that zombie over there that made me cut my hand

*She would look down to his hand, then look over to the liquor section.*

"That looks pretty bad... Have you cleaned it?"

*She tried to purposefully ignore any questions. Willow would walk over to the liquor section and look around. There wasn't much left, but maybe this. She reached for a bottle b of vodka. It was weak, gas station vodka. As she reached for it, she turned her head and saw something safer. Peroxide. Willow would leave the vodka for now, then she turned towards the Peroxide and grabbed it instead. She would walk back over to the man and gently grab his hand before looking up at him with a look that was asking was this okay.*

Max: uh I mean no not like there's been running water anymore * he said as he would watch her walk around and look for something to clean he noticed the vodka that she picked up and put down then he saw her walk back with the peroxide and her taking his hand and her look *

Max: ya your good um thank you its feels a little rough to be honest* he said with a slight paind chuckle *

*Willow sat the peroxide down, then gently unwrapped Max's hand. It wasn't too bad, but could still use a bit of care to it. She picked the peroxide up, took the lid off, then looked up at him before looking back down at the wound. She would slowly pour the peroxide over the wound, cleaning it of any debris. She closed the peroxide and shoved it in her bag with the wire from earlier.*

"This isn't ideal, but you're right. There's no running water. And I didn't see any bottles of water. Someone already raided those. Let me see if I can find anything to wrap it in."

*Willow would look around. Luckily, whoever took the water did not take everything. There was fresh bandage wraps and gauze. She would place a few in her bag, then open a pack of the bandages and gauze. She came back to him, took his hand, and wrapped the gauze gently around the wounded area. She would then gently wrap it with the bandage wraps to keep it in place. She would look up at him and give a half smile.*

"This should help keep it safe for now. So, uh... How about we see of we can get the power on long enough to fill up your wagon out there, huh?"

* max would be shocked for how quickly she was able to find some Gauss and a fresh bandage he clenched his fist when the porocide poured onto his hand but in no time she had already bandaged it he felt the back of the bandage and chuckled *

max: now who steals water but not medical supplies * he said puzzled but shortly shrugged it off once wilow asked if he was ready to keep searching he would grab his pitch for and hold it by his side *

max: ya lets becouse the sooner we have gas the better oh i guess i forgot im max by the way should i call you Mathew milliard from scl punk * he said with a slight chuckle as he would make his way over to the cash register waiting for her to find the pumps macanics

*She would shrug and push her hair back from in front her her eyes.*

"People who only half ass think."

*Willow would look around for a breaker. There was still power on in some of the buildings, so this one was hopeful. She would find the breaker and open it. These fuses looked bad, but they only needed ot long enough to do what they were there for. She would take a deep breath and sigh.*

"Here goes..."

*Willow flipped tge breaker, and the lights flickered on.*

"Yay!"

*She did an arm pump and ran over to the cashier stand. She would look around, but no switches.*

"Damn... This one has the stupid automated system. Gotta debit card?"

*She knew her way around the machine. Not much, but she could rig it to "free pay" once a debit card was swiped.*