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"it's just me Fin. Get ready, we may be entertaining some visitors soon." Having said that, he walked back to Liam. "Anything new?"

Liam shook his head, nothing still, though he was able to see movement. He wrote on the wall 'Should we venture out?'

Finlay came and joined them in the living room, after she'd thrown on a sweater and jeans. "What's going on? Who's here? Zombies?"

"To answer both your questions, no. I don't think they're zombies, it's too quiet and co-ordinated. And Because of that, I think it's important that we stay inside. They may not have seen us yet."

A giant of a man sneaked through the dark, making haste. He was armed with an AK-47, but only with one magazine left to spare. His secondary weapons; a blooded steel baseball bat and a screwdriver, would not be enough to fight what was chasing him. To make matter worse, he was slowed down a lot due to the many bags he carried filled with water and foods. He had stolen much more, but had to leave most of it behind due to exhaustion. This man wore a simple black shirt with a leather dark brown bomber jacket, trimmed with white wool. His green camouflage pants were torn up from running through thorns and his brown combat boots looked like they hadn't been cleaned for years.

Though he tried his best to go unnoticed, a man his size does not simply go anywhere without attracting attention. His long bright red hair and thick Fu Man Shu mustache did not help in being stealthy, though he covered most of his face up with a brown scarf, stained black by blood.

He heard the same noise Kenneth did. He too noticed the coordination in the movements."Fuck." He whispered. They knew where he was going all along and wanted to lay in ambush, Rodrik figured. He had to hide, and fast. He sought the nearest home and chose the small place that belonged to Finlay. The redhead had not noticed that there used to be lights in the home and thought it to be abandoned. He ran over to the place, aiming through the sights of his trusted AK-47 like a true commando. He walked in plain sight of anyone looking through a window. He could easily be shot by anyone in the house at this point.

As the large man suddenly appeared in front of the window, Wildner almost fell back in surprise. However, he somehow knew he had nothing to do with the movement he saw earlier, it was too obvious. this must be a survivor... He made a split second decision to open up the window, aiming the fin at the man's back.

"Put your gun on the ground and keep your hands where I can see them." He said it in an ice-cold voice.

Finlay was peering over Kenneth's shoulder. She gasped went he large lumbering man came into view. It was another survivor! She wondered why Kenneth would point a gun at him. She was obviously more trusting then the men she was with. She put her hand on Kenneth's shoulder.

"Don't hurt him! He's not a zombie."

The sudden voice startled him. Without hesitation he placed his gun on the ground and raised his hands."Don't kill me, I-" He looked up, and noticed that these people were not the ones who wanted his hide. He lowered his scarf to reveal himself."Who're you? Blood Eagles? No... No you're... Shit." He looked down."It's not the zombies you have to fear, let me in and I'll explain! I have food, you have a gentleman's promise that I won't kill you." He said in his British accent as he went down on his knees, waiting an answer. He realized that these survivors could just shoot him and take all his stuff, but hearing the girl gave him a glimmer of hope. Perhaps mercy has not left the world yet.

Liam lowered his own gun, and waited to see what Kenneth would do. No need to have two weapons drawn against a man, who'd lowered his gun. He trusted Wildner would know what to do. He had in every other situation. He wasn't so sure it was a good idea to let the man in though... he did sound almost...frightened however. Perhaps there were Zombies nearing their location?

What he said next made Liam's face crease with frown. Not the zombies they had to worry about? What then?

"Give me your gun and go to the door, it's around the corner. Fin, can you open it for him?" Wildner didn't fully trust the man's sudden appearance, but if there was another danger than the zombies they needed to look out for, then it was worth hearing him out.

Rodrik released his magazine from his AK-47 and put it in his pocket."I'm not about to throw this baby away, what if you don't catch it? I'll give it to the girl." He said, rather moody. He walked over to the door and kept his hands on his disarmed gun. If the girl were to open the door for him, he'd give her the gun and walk in with his hands on his head, in case they wanted to check on him for other weapons. These survivors would only find a baseball bat and a screwdriver on him, though.

Finlay went to the door, and opened it. She peered out at the man who now stood before her, gun offered to her by outstretched hands. Finlay gave him a small apologetic smile, and took the gun. She stepped aside so the man could enter.

"Right then. I'm sorry for all this. I'd love to trust you, but in times like these you'll never know how a man will act. Who are you?"

"I hope you don't think I'm about to trust you either. For all I know the lass has got a knife behind her back." He said as he lowered his arms and looked at her, ignoring her apologetic smile."But I'm with my back against the wall here. My name is Rodrik. Rodrik Deverton, once proud member of the British army. Now? An ex member of the gang that is about to close in on this place." He explained."Whether you're going to kill me and loot my corpse, doesn't matter. If we don't get prepared, we'll all be dog meat next morning."

"Well then, we'll see if we can trust you.
I have no reason to shoot you, nor do I desire to. you can have your gun back, but don't try anything funny."

Finlay paled visibly at the mentions of a gang. She did not need to go through this sort of thing again. She nearly dropped the gun, she held in both hands.

Rodrik nodded as he grabbed his gun out of Finlay's hands before he could drop them."We're not dealing with Al Capone here. We're dealing with punk kids high on coke who see themselves as kings of the world." He said as he put his mag back into his gun."And that's even more dangerous than organised crime." He dropped his supplies to the floor, stretching his arms."How good a shot are you lot?"

Liam frowned. He knew first hand that punk kids on drugs were worse. He'd been one. He suspected that that was exactly what Finlay was afraid of too. Didn't matter. Being afraid didn't help their situation any.

Finlay answered his question, her voice perhaps a little shaky. "Kenneth is good, Liam's not bad, I'm really, really bad."

Rodrik nodded towards Finlay."Right." He said silently as he grabbed his baseball bat and screwdriver, holding each weapon in each hand and presenting them in front of Fin."Then when we fail, running won't do you any good. When they get in here, either beat them to death, or stab them in the eye." He said with discomfort in his voice. She's merely a kid, Rodrik realized. And he was being the fiend by letting her choose how to kill people not far from her age."Do we have water and spare ammunition?" He asked in general, looking around at everyone for answers.