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Finlay picked up the screwdriver hesitantly. She was not hefty enough to do any real damage when swinging a baseball bat. She swallowed hard with the use of his words 'When we fail' She pointed towards the shoe box sized kitchen. He would find water there. She had no idea how much ammunition they had.

"Where I come from, I'm pretty famous for rifle skills, I can handle myself. as for the bullets, We have a few boxes of shotgun rounds that i'm using to mold into rifle bullets."

Rodrik nodded."Unless you can mold them extremely fast, be mindful of your bullets. The Red Eagles are probably here already." He said as he he took a deep breath."I know that I've just arrived here three seconds ago, but you're going to have to trust me on this. We're going to need buckets filled with water. If those fucks didn't drink their booze, they're sure to turn them into molotovs. They'll smoke us out of they manage to throw through a window. Speaking of windows, stay away from them unless you're going to take a shot. Also try to move from one window to another whenever possible. They have no idea how many of us there are, so we keep them guessing." He explained like a commander would to his soldiers.

"So your names are Ken and Liam, yes?" He turned to Finlay."Ma'am, I'm going to need you to douse any fires that might get started. If we survive through this, I promise I'll share my rations with you lot."

Finlay found herself two mop buckets, and filled them. Her hands were shaking. She was sure they were going to die, and what happened if these coked up youngsters got hold of her? Would it be a repeat? Was it the same gang? She shivered at the thought, and while she was out of the room she grabbed her small handgun and slipped it into her pocket. She may not be a very good shot, but if it came down to it, she was pretty sure she could get at least the one right. She would not spend the rest of her life in the same situations from which she'd come. She would end it herself if it got to that point.

Liam gathered the ammunition and brought it all into the small living room. He loaded his own gun, with steady hands. He was scared, sure. Who wouldn't be? But right now, being scared didn't help. Fear made you hesitate, fear got you killed. He would ignore it, as best as he could.

Rodrik took his position by the top floor window. He didn't look through it yet, not until everyone had found a place. He hoped they'd remember his plan. Shoot to kill, keep hidden, only look through the window to shoot and keep moving to make the punks guess their numbers. Outside there was finally movement. One of the punks, a guy no older than 16 had lighted up a molotov and walked in plain sight.

"Come the fuck out, Deverton, you slimy piece of shit!" He yelled."We know you're in there, you thieving bastard! Show us your ugly face so we can pop a cap between your eyes!" He was about to throw the bottle into the house, and that's when Rodrik realised he couldn't wait anymore. He moved in sight of the window, unseen luckily. He managed to shoot the man in the chest. He couldn't even scream with all the blood running through his lung now. The redhead run from one window onto another!"Fire!" He yelled loudly as more punks ran out of their hiding spots.

The turf war had begun.

Wildner heard the yelling and Deverton's shot.
"I'm going for a vantage point." he simply said and sneaked out the back door. he ran to the fence and crawled over it. then he ran to the next and repeated this. He kept running untill he could safely cross the street. he shot his hook up to a roof's edge of a two storied building, and he shot upwards.

As he got on top, he saw a young man with an improvised rifle aimed at the house. Wildner quickly slid his throat and took his position

Liam waited at the front door, his gun trained on it, for the first person to try and come in. He heard shots from upstairs, and knew the kids would be in the door soon enough. He wondered what they planned to do after they'd killed Deverton. Didn't they realize that hoards of zombies were likely on their way now? Attracted by the fire and gunshots. A big burly kid came barreling through the door. Liam shot him square in the chest.

"Shit, already!?" They weren't supposed to be getting through the door already. He had no idea where Kenneth went, but now wasn't the time to care about that. Another punk with a gigantic mohawk had another molotov on him, and a good throwing arm. He threw the flaming bottle straight through the first floor window where he suspected Rodrik would be. The bottle exploded into a pool of flames."Lass! Upstairs! Quickly!" Rodrik yelled as he ran for the door. Another punk tried to come through the front door, but before she could even glance at Liam Rodrik smacked her on the ground with the blunt end of his gun, making her collapse on the floor. He quickly attempted to close door, but the girl's head was stuck in between, and alive, but not for long.

Like a true psycho, Rodrik smacked the door against her head multiple times and non-stop until he couldn't make out her face anymore from all the blood. The punk's face was squashed and the redhead punted her out of the way before closing the door."Liam! Get something to barricade the door with! Hurry, I'll keep this place covered!" He proclaimed as he looked through the window, releasing another shot, which barely missed a punk who started shooting through the glass.

Finlay scrambled for the fire, the large mop bucket of water in hand. She heaved it onto the fire and watched the flames peter out. She then made her way to the stairs, as Deverton had requested. She was unsure of leaving the two of them though, not that she could be much help. Still she did as told for the moment, thankfully missing Deverton's door escapade.

It took Liam several minutes to come up with something large enough to barricade the door in the minimalist house. He ended up pushing the wardrobe out of the master suite. It was heavy so it was slow moving, but eventually Liam got it into place.

Wildner set up his tripod and steadied his ASR.
"time for some fun!" He started shooting, quickly placing multiple headshots and shifting his aim fast to take out the next target before he realized his or her friend had just been killed. He was on a killing frenzy, every bullet that left his rifle took a life in the street.

Rodrik helped Liam put the clauset in front of the door. Something as heavy as that was handy to keep those punks out."You could've called for some help with this thing, you know?" He stated, not knowing Liam was a mute. Without lingering on the subject he continues shooting at the punks, making sure he got the ones who were igniting molotovs. Though Rodrik tried his best, a few more fires were started inside the house, both of them upstairs."How are you doing on buckets, lass!?"

All this noise would not go unnoticed. There were zombies heading this way. Though there weren't as many coked up people anymore, soon there would be a whole bunch of zombies upon them.

Finlay had filled and emptied the buckets several times now, but the fires were becoming a bit out of control. She was currently stomping out a flaming curtain. Her left ankle was badly burnt, but adrenaline made her unaware. Both the buckets were empty, as soon as she was finished stomping out the one, she would go and refill them.

As Wildner aimed his scope more up the street, he allready saw several zombies approaching. Shit! He thought. He grabbed his rifle and jumped down the roof onto the house's garage, and onto the ground. He started running across the street, shooting his rifle left and right with the red dot scope.

When he got back to the house, He found Rodrik and Liam.
"We've got to move, NOW! We're getting company!" He looked around. "Where is Fin?"

Liam pointed towards the upper level of the house, at Wildner's question. He pulled out his coal, and scribbled 'putting out fires' in a hurry. He reloaded his gun, getting ready for the ill timed Zombie swarm. When he was done, he ran for the keys to the truck, So they could get gone in a hurry.

Wildner ran upstairs, looking for Fin.
"FIN! WHERE ARE YOU" He had to roar over the loud flames.

Finlay had long since lost the battle, of keeping the fires down. She could hardly breath the smoke was so thick, but quickly found a path to Wildner, that was mostly flame free. She was coughing. "Couldn't keep up. Not enough buckets."

"Doesn't matter, we're getting out of here, let's go!" He ran down the stairs to meet up with Liam and Rodrik. "You guys ready?"

Liam had the keys, and as many supplies as he could grab in the short time they had. Zombies were trying to push themselves in the door now. If he could yell, he would have been telling them to hurry.