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(( Anthony Goodeall is the character I've chosen to RP with... although if the creator wishes to bring in more characters at other times I would have no problem with that ;P ))

Coraline is currently sneaking around a small town she's found, seperated from the rest of her small group. There are a few zombies here and there, though all in all the numbers aren't too bad. The girl's got her pack on her back open and ready to dump items inside, going from shop to shop, whether it be to get food or shampoo, or even a simple t-shirt! She just needs her items! Though, she's currently outside, not in any shops, and could be surprised if someone came up from behind.";

(Alright, cool)

Anthony stopped the Humvee, frowning at the gas reader on the dashboard. Almost empty... That sucked. He'd have to gas up soon.
He got out, slinging his rifle across his back and keeping a hand on the hilt of his Bowie knife, heading into the store in front of him. He needed to stock up on supplies as well, maybe find some ammo. He was surprisingly quiet despite the combat boots that looked like they'd be loud, although his dog tags were rattling slightly as he walked. He rubbed them with his thumb to quiet them down, looking around cautiously as he entered the building.

Apparently Coraline had not heard Anthony, because after she took a moment to peak one way, the opposite direction he was walking, she began walking across the street towards a shop, but stopped, directed her head one way as he put a thumb to his dogtags, noticing the slight change in noise, or lack there of, then turned and pointed her gun at him. Simple pistol. "You got a name big guy?" She smirks slightly.

He jumped, startled- he hadn't heard Coraline at all, and her sudden advancement came as a surprise. He whipped around, noticing the gun pointed at him in a dangerous way, and held his hands up in an unthreatening manner.
"Whoa- don't shoot, I'm not infected," he told her swiftly in a thick New York accent, keeping a wary eye on her trigger finger. "I'm Goodeall, Anthony Goodeall."

Coraline looked him over a few times, then cocked her head to the side a bit in a curious manner, "Odd accent... where ya from Anthony...?" She takes a step closer to him, but lowers her pistol a bit, although it still looks as if she's ready to pull up and shoot at a second's notice.

He looked from the gun back up to her face, keeping his hands up just in case. "New York," he told her obediently, "Manhatten to be exact."

Coraline blinks and thinks for a moment, nodding and putting her gun into her thigh holster, though keeps her gloved hand close to it, fingers twitching against the grip of the gun almost nervously. "Hm..." She nods for a moment, then puts out her left hand for him to shake, "Coraline... don't got a last name that I know of, sorry." She smiles a bit. "And uh... sorry about the gun... can never be too careful."

"Nice to meet you. And no need to apologize, I understand completely." Anthony shook her hand, his own large, rough one surprisingly gentle. He looked around before turning back to her. "So where you from?"

The girl opens her mouth to say something, blinks for a few moments and shrugs, snickering with a, "Well to be honest I have no idea... First thing I remember is being in some building and watchin' my dad get eaten." She shrugs and pulls her hand back from his. "And uh... no offense, but you got an awfully girly, gentle handshake for a big guy." She snickers a bit, but then takes a step back just in case he decided to hit her for that comment.

He looked down, feeling awfully self conscious as he went back to rubbing his dog tags. "Sorry. I'm out of practice, and I don't really like to squeeze too hard cuz I'd end up hurting them, when I used to do that." He shrugged his broad shoulders, picking at the indentations in the thin metal.

Cora blinked at him and tilted her head a bit, "You shy or somethin'?" She looks back over his shoulder at his vehicle, then back to him, "Where'd you get that car? Doesn't... well... look like a car too much. Not a normal one anyway." She snickers.

"Yeah, kinda," Anthony agreed with her about the shy thing. "It's a Humvee. I am- or I was- a National Guard, and that's one of their cars that I've borrowed, I guess you could say."

The girl looked back at the car for a moment, going to walk around it once, looking it over curiously, "How much supplies you got in this thing? More specifically what..." She rubs a finger against the hood of the car once she gets there and pulls her finger up to blink at it, then rub it against her shorts. "An' when ya get out of the... National Guard, ya called it?" She nods to herself, mumbling, "Yeah that was it."

"I don't have a lot- mostly just food, water, and a couple of cases of ammo. I need to restock. I left when the world went down, although I stuck it to the end. I only left when my entire squad got ripped apart and there was no Army left to follow." At this point his hand twitched slightly, although it was hardly noticeable and he clamped his other hand over it quickly to cover it up.

Coraline would blink back at him, "O-Oh... uh... sorry about that..." She nods, thinks for a moment and points down the street, "I couldn't carry all the stuff from that store, but there's some good food in there I think... And uh..." She looks back to his car, pats it once, "Think there's a gas place about a mile or so from here, goin' that way," she says as she points in a southern direction, "But I saw a lot of deaders roamin' around there, so I'd either be very careful or hope you have someone else in this car that I can't see." She smirks with a slight snicker.

"Thanks. I'll load up there, then. And, uh, I guess I'll just have to be careful." He pulled the rifle off his shoulder and checked the clips he had left- not much. He sighed. "How many are there, would you think?"

Cora shrugs a bit, "Well I think they all moved from here to there for some reason... Must be a dead animal or a family that passed by and wasn't so lucky..." She thinks and goes to turn her head so she could somewhat look at the station, squinting. She looks down at her hands and counts on them, then looks back up to him, "I'd say about thirty or forty maybe..." She nods, "Sixty if you're unlucky, but that one's doubtful, I don't think that many would go after even a family." She nods.

He shook his head, leaning against the Humvee. "Damn, that many? Holy crap... I may just have to stick to siphoning if that's the case. I don't think I have enough bullets to take them on and I'm certainly not strong enough to go in hand to hand. The Humvee's too loud to try anything sneaky, too." He rubbed his brow, trying to think if there were any other ways to get in and out without being killed.

The girl blinked, scrunching her face up as she gave a confused look, "Siphoning?"

"Sucking the gas out of an abandoned car, basically."