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"Liam!" he yelled. "Go check the upper floor quick!" There was no need in being quiet. The gunshots, both his and Fin's would certainly have attracted any remaining zombies.
He sat down in front of Fin.
"hey, look at me. Are you allright?"

Liam did as he was told and began to check the upstairs rooms. He had yet to find himself faced with another Zombie.

Fin blinked back tears and rubbed at her eyes. She felt a little sick to her stomach. The zombie she had dispatched had been a kid, likely close to her own age at one time. Still, to not leave Kenneth worrying she met his eyes for a moment, and hoped that he wouldn't be able to tell that she was on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Fine-Im Fine."

Wildner looked at the zombie on the floor, then back to Fin's face.
"Bullshit." He said it in a friendly way though, and smiled at her. He stood up straight again. "Let's get you a better place to sit." He reached for her with his arm so she could pull herself up.

Fin got to her feet with Kenneth's help. He was so kind to her. She wiped at her eyes again, but offered him a small smile.

Wildner led her to the living room and made her sit in a one-person sofa.
"There you go."

Rodrik had no idea what was going on in the house. He went to get the supplies the others left in the car. The living room was safe enough. He plonked down his food 'n drink there. He then noticed Fin on the couch. It didn't take long for him to realize what happened. He had heard the shot as well, but he figured Kenneth did that, until he saw how shocked Fin looked."Was that your first one?" He asked, his voice actually sounding concerned.

Fin took her seat on the couch, and curled herself up small. When Rodrik, who'd so kindly brought in their meager supplies entered the room, and had asked her if it was her first zombie shooting, Fin's eyes welled up with tears again. She tried to blink them away. God she was weak.

"Can you check on Liam as soon as you finished taking the supplies in?" Wildner asked. He then dropped into a crouch in front of the sofa.
"Hey there now, it's over, don't worry about it." He smiled at her and streaked some of her hair out of her face - the same action he used to do when his daughter had a bad dream back home.

The man bit his lips."It never gets easy." He managed to say as he looked down."I've been a military for so long, and each time I take a live I can't even stand to look at myself in the mirror. And now it has become my life." He sighed as he turned around. Was there a hint of a tear running down his cheek? He returned with his own supplies, those that got him nearly killed if he hadn't met these people. Three sport bags filled with canned food and bottled water."We'll manage for a while, but we haven't been properly introduced yet." He said as he sat down on another chair."You all know me a bit, but I don't know you."

There was no need to go and check on Liam, as he came into the living room shortly after they had started speaking. He saw that Fin was crying, she'd obviously had to finally get her hands dirty. He felt bad for her. Wouldn't comfort her though. He suspected his company would not be appreciated, no matter how well she'd managed his presence up until now. He hung back some.

Finlay looked up at the older man as he explained about his army experience. She was surprised to see him shed tears over the lives he had taken. It made her feel a little better, like perhaps she wasn't as weak as she'd though. If this man could cry over the things he had done, surely it didn't make her any less 'tough' if she had cried. She wondered if he ever felt sick to his stomach when he killed. She did right now.

She answered him, as she wiped at her red eyes again. "I-I am Fin, Kenneth, and Liam" She told him, she pointed at them respectively as she said their names.

Wildner nodded at Rodrik.
"Fin, Rodrik... It's not unnatural to feel what you feel right now." he looked down. "It's inhuman to be able to rule such feelings out completely, but it is possible to shove them aside. That's what I always do."

"I know it's not unnatural! Don't get all psychiatric on me. I know what I'm doing and I know what I'm feeling!" He said rather angrily."I'm much older than you, I think I can understand my own feelings by now." He clearly didn't like it when people tried to comfort him."This is a hard world, and whether I like it or not, I have to stay hard, or people I care about die."

Finlay chewed on her lip. Though she did not react with anger as Rodrik had. The idea of it simply made her uncomfortable. How could you just...shut it out, the awful feelings that came with taking a life? Certainly it seemed easier said then done to her.

"we'll make it through this." Wildner smiled.

Claudia had been traveling by foot for days. The last vehicle she was able to get started finally ran out of gas. She was too far from a gas station to fill up and too close to dying had she stayed with the car any longer. She carried a dirty hiking bag on both shoulders. Milk jugs hung from the straps on each side of the bag filled with water. She had 2 rounds of bullets left stuffed into the front of the bag and saturated snacks and jerky filling her bag. She didnt have much in regards to safety in her bag. She had run out of first aid gear and was left with nothing but a small picture book of her family and friends and herself, as well as a stuffed animal her little sister had given to her as a child. A metal baseball bat was clutched tightly in her hand, a rep bandana tied in a knot around the handle, at its base. Her clothing was dirty and smelled of sweat and travel. A worn in dark brown spaghetti strap top with a black vest over top of it. She had on faded blue jeans and hiking boots, good for traveling long distances.

She swung the bat over her left shoulder and walked through what seemed like a deserted neighborhood. She was glad that she hadnt seen any dead for most of the day. Her last encounter was on the edge of the city after waking up in the bathroom of a truck stop that she had barricaded. It was a brutal experience, being that the dead person was the exact replica of her dead boyfriend. Similar fates as well. She had to shoot her boyfriend who had been bitten and diseased by another. That was about six months ago. She didnt realize how long she had carried on after his death when it felt like she would never survive it. The man she had shot that morning looked exactly like him except different clothing and about a two inch height difference. Claudia thought she was merely dreaming until flood began to pool from his mouth. She grabbed her gun and laid him out, not even thinking until after the deed was done. She had cried most of the morning and realized that she needed to get out of there and travel further into the city.

The sound of a motor made her hesitate and hide behind an abandoned car, still parked in the driveway of an old house. She couldn't see who was inside but she followed this car as it passed her. She followed the sound as it went out of site until she was turned around in the streets of this neighborhood. Her concern grew by the minute as the sun fell behind the trees in the distance. It would be completely dark outside soon and she hadn't even scouted out a campsite for herself.

(ps: I hope it was okay to just jump right in! and I dont know why it has my character crossed out... all I did was modify it!)

Liam, who had been standing back, by the window as the others talked, was surprised to find that he saw movement in his peripheral vision. He peered out the window into the quickly darkening night, squinting to see what it was. Had the gun shots attracted more zombies? He hoped they hadn't, they'd had more then their fair share of hardship in the last several hours.

He banged on the wall to get his comrades attentions, while he pulled the coal out of his pocket. He would soon have to find something new to write with, as it was now only as small as his thumbnail.

'movement. Outside, by truck' He wrote on the off white wallpaper.

Rodrik got up, annoyed. For some reason Kenneth's wild optimism angered the redhead, as if Wildner was oblivious to the danger outside. He had no hopes of surviving in the first place, but hell if he'd make it an easy task to dispatch of him. He had something to fight for at least. The man walked to the window and turned to Liam and his shocking message.

"Shit! They're on to us already? Impossible! We've traveled too far for them to follow!" He took a hold of his trusted AK-47 as he looked out of the nearby window. He wasn't sure if it were a gang member or not. Could be a scavenger, but sadly for Claudia Rodrik noticed her red bandana in the split second he saw her. It made him question if she was part of the Red Eagles or not. The Brit didn't want to take any chances.

He stormed out of the front door with his gun aimed at the cars the girl could be hiding behind, not waiting for any reaction from his fellow team members."Red Eagle! Show yourself! Don't think I don't have enough bullets to shoot the hell out of you! Show yourself with your hands in the air!" This was his test. If she'd comply, she was either desperate, or no Red Eagle at all.

(( go on ahead. I did pretty much the same. It probably crossed the name out because you also edited her name. ))