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"I could easily leave both of you here for the walkers. So stop fighting and get in the truck." Matt said, cursing in Italian as he climbed into the drivers seat.

(haha i like that) hallting mubling "what ever im outa here" looking at the sowrd boy "it was getting dull anyways *flashing her grin* tata" (not really but i thought this could get the ally talk going)

Nick wouldn't exactly be sad to see her go. He started heading back to the truck, lopping a few heads off along the way. An unusual amount of walkers were starting to accumulate in their area; he hated being right about things like this.

A swing here, a chop there, the blade singing as it sliced through the air and the rotting corpses of the undead. "Damn, there's a lot of 'em... Dunno why you fired the gun. Waste of a bullet." He stopped next to the truck, waiting for Matt to fill it up and guarding him until then.

His survival instincts had kicked in, thus why he was starting to get snarky. Sure, he was rude, but he was ruder than normal when he felt like he was cornered and needed to fight. Just one of his annoying personality quirks.

Get used to it.

swinging her whip making a cirlcle around her keeping her protected as she whipped off this head and that she had never gotten this many when her whip got stuck "crap!" they kept coming she pulled her daggers but there were to many but she was keeping them off (i like to keep it realistic my whip is 6ft and there are alot of cars lol) doing a back flip her whip jigged loose she was back on a killing spree

(Thank you for saying something I didn't want to say. And you are always free to join!)

( i dont think im fit for realistic sorry i thought i was but its harder then i thought but if u guys have a fantasy then i would love to, your alot of fun but this isn't me, but thank you i love getting edvice to better my characters we all have a nich an this isnt mine oopsie )

(witch age in reality im 16 and ik my grammar is horrible haha but i try my best but this character is 16 and ok ill stay)

Vector brought his team around the corner if a building in spotted three people fighting near a car. One fired a bullet straight into the air. "What a waste if a bullet." He mumbled to himself." He approached them rifle held high. He peered down the red dot sight aimed at the group. "Stand by." Vector spoke into the walkie-talkie strapped to his shoulder. Dead starting attracting to the sound made from the pistol. "Crap." Undead surrounded him on all sided, he held his Bowie knife in a defensive position. He severed a few heads and ligaments before clearing a path for his men. He featured then over then pointed toward the group. They all nodded, slowly advancing. "Halt." Vector spoke with extreme confidence, but had very little, he had just turned lieutenant a few weeks ago. "Drop the gun." He kicked away some undead, and also impaled some front the bayonet on the end if his rifle.

Matt turned the gun to him. "You'll have to tell me who you are, first."

He only tightened the grip on his rifle. He glanced over to his men to see if they had a good sight on the man with the pistol. The returned confirmation with a nod. He nodded in return. "Vector Maithon of the US military." He rested his finger on the trigger. "And you are?" He was becoming suspicious of this little get together. How would they not be able to tell from his uniform he was not in some form of the military? At least they haven't noticed his team yet. They were hidden relatively well.

"Matthew Da Vinci, I immigrated here from Italy three months ago." He replied, slowly lowering his pistol.

(Just a warning, guys, I probably won't be able to reply much today or tomorrow since I'll be at a tournament and stuff. I'll be back on Friday.)

Nick shifted back into his defensive stance, his eyes narrowed against the new people. He didn't like people, especially new ones, and he had met enough new people today to last him for the rest of the month. They all had guns and they all seemed somewhat hostile, so if he was ever going to ditch, now would be the time.

But that guy said he was from the military... True, sometimes the military did more harm than good, but that was enough to draw Nick's attention and make him stay a little longer. He wanted to know what was going on and if the military had any sort of grasp on the situation at all; that would influence his next moves.

He stayed silent, like a wary shadow, and just watched, although he was ready to bolt if things went south.

"Nice to meet you." He said calmly slowly letting his muscles relax. "Does your group have any intel on the 'Infestation'?" He brought his gun down, but still had it aimed on the man with the pistol. The 9 millimeters in his tactical vest were locked and loaded if he ever didn't have time to reload his rifle. The grenades around his belt looked nothing normal. They were sleek black metal with a red skull on the front. He was also armed with a machete strapped tightly to his back sheathed in hard brown leather. He gestured for his team of four to come to his side. "This is team Charlie." He nodded at each one. "We are part of the search and destroy team. But at the moment we are positioned as reconnaissance."

"We know nothing. From what I've seen, they don't feel pain, and the only way to actually kill them is a wound to the brain." He replied, putting the gun in his side holster.

(ps guys 1 not leaving yeay 2 change my whip to daggers) "yeah i stabed one in the eye twice and it dropped so it has to be deathly" she put it up her daggers in there right place

Nick shifted back on his heels in a slightly more relaxed position, although he was still rather tense and ready to flee or fight as needed. At the question of intel, there was a moment's pause before he spoke up.

"I think it has somethin' to do with the whole bug floatin' around," he voiced, an eyebrow raised slightly. "You know, how people are gettin' a fever and then dying of it maybe... Seven times out of ten? Somethin' like that."

If asked how he knew, he'd answer truthfully, but hopefully they wouldn't. He really wanted to forget that part, as it'd only slow him down, and he needed to be as fast as possible in this new world.

Vector quirked a brow. "May I ask sir, how you acquired that information?" He thought this man may be former military intelligence, trying to lay low, or he was one of those but heads that thought the government had eyes and ears EVERYWHERE. Either way he was quite curious about how he knows, either research, or first had witness. Vector knew that at some point and time they would ask him what intel he knew. He would then, and only then, tell them.

"I was an Emergency Medical Technician," Nick replied with a sigh, absentmindedly twirling the katana at his side. "I saw everything goin' down and I highly doubt the probability that these two events aren't related in some fashion. Wouldn't make a whole lot of sense otherwise."

He stuck the sword straight out as another walker lumbered out of the woods, skewering it through the forehead. He wasn't in the mood to deal with these things right now, but the appearance of this walker was hopefully a reminder that more were coming after all the ruckus that was made.

misty stood ready to fight but slacked knowing just how bad it could get loosing her self in her memories it was a dangeriouse thing but everyone looses them self then and now right??

Vector was surprised to here he had work an Emergency Medical Technician. He nodded while considering courses of action he could take with this group. "If you need a place of safety and shelter there is a Military Bunker stationed only fifty clicks out. I might be a hard trek to it, but if yer' up to it my team can act as escorts." He glanced over at his team for confirmation that they would follow through. The men replied only with slight nods.

A gunshot had been heard only about half a mile away. "Idiot!" Vector shouted ordering his men inside a nearby building. "The noise will attract all the zombies in the area, if you can get that car over there hardwired, and gassed up we can cover you." He hand signed to the group if men and they started upstairs. "On the corner of this street lays a gas station, collect as much gas as you can, make multiple trips if needed, the. Lets get the heck out of here!" The car Vector had pointed out was a medium size truck. It was decked out with front spikes and mounted torrent on top. Whoever owned the vehicle obviously saw the attack coming.