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She almost didn't hear him, too infuriated by her own actions. However she had, and she looked at him before looking to the board and felt her face turn completely pale. She was quick to slide over to where he knife was and pick it up before making her way over to the ladder and climbing up it. She had to keep her eyes shut when she looked down so she wouldn't see AJ's body.

When she reached the top, her grip on her knife was tighter than before and the hand she has cut was now soaked with fresh blood. She watched a few of the zombies bite down on the little boys body and she could almost hear her heart shatter, again. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She went to put her knife back in her back pocket and that's when she felt the (dead) flower crown AJ had crafted for her while they were in a boarding school base camp.

That seemed to be the last straw for her as her legs have way and she collapsed to her knees. She curled over, letting out another heart broken scream as she hit her forehead against the ground.

Nick squated down beside Sarah. “Listen, I know I’ve only known of your existence for less than a minute but, if it makes you feel any better, at least you don’t have to carry that kid around. He’s slowing you down, Miss.” He smiled, deviously. It was clear that his intention was to infuriate this girl, who was already filled with withering emotion.

"And people call me heartless" Ethan sat down and looked at his bleeding right hand, the swelling has calmed down and it seems he prevented infection but he isn't sure, so once again he made a makeshift gauze out of his shirt this time instead of his new suit jacket like last time.
"Hey, Nick where did you find that sawed off shotty? Gun store or family heirloom that you looted?" Ethan enquired with the horde directly under him and the others.

Tren kept wincing at the screams. Eventually, zombies would make it fhru the makeshift barricade of metal and packaged chips would collapse thru sheer luck and forcefulness of zombies. Tren glanced at his melee armed comrades before preparing to open the door.

Nick halted his preying on Sarah and his grin receded. He turned to Ethan and placed his hand on his shoulder “Was in one of the drawers in the apartment, mate. You must’ve missed it.”

Ethan shrugged "It was probably in a place someone else was searching"
Ethan scratched his head.
"How long do you think that horde down there will stay? 3-5 hours?"
Ethan yawned.

Sarah listened to their conversation before Nick's words about AJ finally settled in her head and her hands balled into fists. "That kid was only thing keeping my will power to live alive." She growled at him, resisting the urge to throw the knife straight at his chest. She sat up slightly, pulling the flower crown from her pocket and staring at it in her hands, her eyes once again becoming watery.

Ethan cracked his neck to the right and left, letting out a loud audible pop. "A lot of things give us the will to live, I just want to visit my parents in the retirement home that I sent them, hopefully the cause of this apocalyptic catastrophe hasn't reached them but I am prepared for the worst, old folks are generally the first to bite the dust in a zombie like event." Ethan said while he began to pop his fingers, making small audible pops. "I'm gonna need to find some vodka after we get down from here." Ethan muttered.

Decides to move on alone for now. He would scribble out a note for Audrey... heh he never met the rest enough to exchange names other then her and the one who lost her father. The note read like instructions on where he was headed and if she ventured that way she would have a open door waiting for her and whoever else came with her.

The note is placed on the door before he makes his way down the fire escape. There were no deaf things around at the moment so he would slip out onto the street unnoticed. He wondered if his soon to be ex wife and daughter were still where they said to meet him. His father was one of those be ready for the end of the world type of guys so going out of the cities would be a good thing.

First he would need a quiet way of getting to that cabin so he would search the remaining vehicles that were still operational. He sighed not finding any so he decided to just start heading out of the city on foot and hopefully he would at least find a bike or something since it would be a long trip.

She stood up, gripping the childish crown even tighter. "Well done people don't have parents to hunt for or people to go find." Her words were bitter as she picked her knife up again. "Some people lost everything before this shit happened."

She pocketed her knife and wrapped the flower crown carefully around her wrist. She used a ripped piece of clothing to tie her hair up into a lazy, messy bun before looking down once more at the remains of AJ's body. She glanced at Ethan, "At least you had folks."

Tren kept his position, listening in to those inside. He waved his guys to keep searching. Place seemed zombie free enough, and he didn't want to risk losing the numbers when he was the only one with a gun.

Just yet. He kept his guard up, listening in and gun readied.

Nick folded his arms and scowled at Sarah. “You’re not allowed to just assume that, girl.” He got closer to her and stared at her, directly in the eyes, like a predator. “I’d imagine you know very little about either of us so I recommend you think twice about what you say. Something might just...” he made a quick movement, as if he were about to pounce on her, hands like claws “...set me off,” he threatened with a smirk.

Nick suddenly stood up straight and took out a knife. “Everyone shut the **** up,” he whispered, with a finger on his lips. He turned and went back inside the apartment, crouching and walking slowly, knife at the ready and sticking to the inside walls.

"What the..." Ethan was caught off guard by Nick's actions but realised what he was doing. He got up and motioned to the lady to stay quiet and made a gesture with his hands to indicate that maybe they aren't alone in this situation, so he grabbed his signature weapon, the broken pipe, and quietly moved next to the window. His grip on the pipe was extremely tight and his eyes sharp like a hawk.

((Btw, I'd cool it with the f bombs, I got warned because I used it))

Nick stopped at a corner, waiting for the ‘intruder’ to go around it. After signalling to Ethan that he could hear someone, he pulled up his mask and readied his knife.

Ethan peeked with his left eye and saw Nick's signals with crystal clarity, like Tom in Tom N Jerry waited beside the door with a big grin, pipe in air and muscles hardened for a quick and decisive strike.

Tren couldn't hear anyone talking anymore. They went down the escape… No. That area was probbly crowded with zombies climbing on top of eachother. So why were they qui…

Tren backed up slightly from the door, footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. Either they were taken out by someone else, or they had figured something wrong. Either way, Tren didn't feel like the safe move was staning next to the door. He kept the revolver aimed with pinpoint accuracy at it, while internally cursing. He was trapped, and sent off his comrades to keep scavenging. If a confrontation went south, the fire escape and main entrance were out. It would probably take too long, and risk finding some desk clerk fanatic about defending their life, to find an employee back door, especially if running away. Tren kneeled down softly, staying on one knee to throw off a gunshot if somene charged thru the door aiming for where they thought his chest or head would be.

Wow, this is tense, the air is tenser than a goth party filled with smoke, I've seen this raw tensity once before, it didn't scare me enough then... It does now. Ethan thought to himself. Ethan removed his suit jacket, folded it and threw it on the side of the railing of the fire escape. Don't want to get that dirty.

Ethan began to lightly sweat and got some trembling in his legs, he felt scared, he knew that but that won't stop him from demolishing the skull of whoever is trying to kill him for the second time today. I knew I should've stayed religious when my mom told me to, oh well, can't complain now.

Nick turned to Ethan and whispered quietly by his ear. “They know we’re here. I’ll try and flank them from the other side. Attack anyone you see.”
He went the opposite direction that they were facing, staying low and staying quiet.

Nick turned through the doorway to see a man with a pistol aimed at him. At an instant, he pushed the arm away and the shot hit the wall. Almost naturally, Nick plunged the knife right between the man’s eyes. Blood ran down the man’s head and Nick’s hand, as Nick stared at the man’s eyes, watching himself take another life.

Another man entered the room and another shot was taken at Nick. “Sh*t!” He blocked it with the corpse, ripped out his knife and ran back through the doorway. “Ezell! there’s more than one and we have a very short amount of time before these things get up the fire escape or through the door!”

((Only tren has a gun, I think))

"We could just go up the fire escape, this is an apartment with multiple floors." Ethan relaxed and grabbed his suit jacket. Ethan pulled down the ladder that leads to the next fire escape.
"If you find the next guy kill him or feed the zombs with him."
Ethan climbed up. "Hey, lady, do you plan on telling us your name."

"No." She stated almost emotionless now, blowing a strand of her brown hair from her face. She had cut her jeans, making them into high-waisted shorts since they were on the verge of apart anyway. Her legs were covered in cuts just as much as her arms were and would definitely scar. She also seemed to have what appeared to be a dog bite on her left leg, just above her ankle. "Why should I? I'm not here to make friends."