=Xazhi sits there in the chair he fell into, clutching his chest jokingly=

Ah! Ah me heart!

=He stops at another alleyway after some time of running=
=He looks out=

clear.

=He takes out the map and looks it over=

Hmm...

=He hears a moan from behind him=
=Quickly taking out his knife and he slices the neck=

I really need to look into the alleys...

=He shakes his head and goes back. Following the map=
=After a short time he finds a 'stronghold' of sorts=
=The map marked it as the raiders camp=

Fun.

I turn to Xazhi.

"You mocking me for that?"

=He crouches down=

Alright. I could approach thm directly and ask for the prioners.
And possibly be killed.

=He shakes his head=

No. Wouldn't work.

=He takes a peek around the corner=
=A makeshift wall made of broken dividers=
=He can see no person=

Hmm...

=A 'doorway' is seen=

Well...coast is clear...

=He runs from cover to cover, approaching the 'camp'=

No, im spimply stating that i was just scared shitless by something. That's a very rare occurance, you know.

=He stands=

But holy shit, that poor son of a bitch. So, what did you find in this dusty old place?

"Not much else. I think it's clear. We can set up shop here for the night and then we can head out in the morning. Let's go tell the others."

I start working my way towards the door.

=He approaches the door=
=Opening it slowly=

=He walks into the camp=
=A sharp pain greets him as someone bashes a baseball bat on the back of his head=
=He drops. The arrows slide out=

Marshal-Can't believe you would trust people you don't know.

=Marshal kicks him=

Marshal-Your mom never taught you to not talk to strangers.

=He yells out=

Marshal-We got another one!

=He picks up the bow=

Marshal-Had my eyes on this first time I saw it.

=Dakotah blacks out, moved to a 'cell'=

I didn't wait for his response. I pushed the door in, it squeaked like it does in one of those horror movies. I was disturbed by it, I'll be honest, it gave me pause. Then I gathered myself and entered the quiet house. The house was a one story plus a basement with about 6 rooms. That's what it looked like from the outside, to me, anyway. My mind worked like that, analyzing things, objects, buildings. I was a walking talking objective and subjective analysis machine. I've become brutally honest and forward about my opinions. Absolutely brutal.

"decent sized adobe." It was a shame. The house was surrounded by farmland. Whoever lived here had been a farmer, a damned well decent one too. They grew crops for Ireland, whether or not they were for export was unknowable from my current standing. Moreover, approximately six to eighteen people worked here. I heard a commotion in one of the rooms. A chair, a heavy thump, voices, Garth and Xazhi, Andrew, if I remember correctly. I theorized that Andrew sat down in the chair, and was looking at something, he was startled and fell backwards, Garth moved forward and ended the disturbance. If it was man who had been infected, I hoped garth had the sense to sever the neck. The process of infection is gruesome. Even if the victim is recently dead, post-mortem turning is possible. I found that out the hard way, I killed 'it' before anything could happen, I beheaded the foul creature. I enjoyed it. I did not enjoy the fact that it looked like my once good friend and fellow warrior against not only the undead, but bandits, thieves, cretins of this world. We were, very much so, like heroes of old. Lot of good that did him. He had been bitten and asked me to kill him, I did, but I didn't sever the spine and spinal cord. I learnt my lesson.

The house was quiet. I walked through it, avoiding the room Garth and Andrew were in, making sure the whole house was clear. It was. Whatever happened, no one was at work, or home when it happened. I had scouted this place before. Took what I thought I needed. I had some food packed, but I wasn't about to start a fire to cook it. I wasn't hungry anyway. I did another sweep of the house, and began to barricade it for a safe night.

I cut the head off the body, just to be safe. I dragged the body and head out to the yard, past Nic and his working on barricading. By this time, Alex came in, and both him and Xazhi started working on finding a good place to sleep. I got to work dragging the bodies out of the house so we didn't have a stench. I decided to bury them in the morning, saving tonight for sleep. In my belief, you spend a few hours under the sky before being buried. One last time before the gods, you could say. Either way, I let them be.

=The darkness fades as he regains consciousness=
=He shakes his head and opens his eyes=
=He was caged up. People in the cells to his left and right=

=He moans=

This puts a damper on my plans.

=He looks to the two people. They were either asleep, or dead=

=I found a nice little place to sleep: it was close to a window, so that I'd have a quick escape route if needed, yet far enough from the window that I wouldn't get seen by any passing stenches. Also, I had a good view of the door, so I could see who left, and who came in. And of course, it let me have a good path to run for the door, if needed. I pulled out my crossbow, sat down on the floor against the wall, and laid the weapon next to me, just in case=

Once I was done with the bodies. I helped Nic barricade the house up, just in case. Xazhi had already gone to sleep by this time. I could hear him snoring, and I knew Alex didn't snore. Once we got it all done, I found a nice little spot upstairs near a window, and fell asleep.

=A fun trick I picked up in my five years of Hell, was sleeping with one eye open. Well, one eye half open at any rate. I was already a light sleeper (thank you nightmares) and the possibility of being eaten in my sleep was not lost on my sub-conscious. That said, five years of walking makes a guy very tired, and prone to deep sleeping. Which was why I tended to sleep sitting up. Don't ask why, but it's much easier for me to sleep, and still be aware, when I'm sitting up in my sleep. It took a few minutes, but I managed to enter a light sleep, though I still had some bad dreams=

=He hears the rusty door open=

Guard-UP!

=He sits there=

Why.

=The guard enters the cage and lifts him up, putting a gun to the back of his head=

Guard-Let's go.

=They walk out of the cells. They approach the door and it opens=
=He is shoved outside=
=The sky was a gloomy color=
=Rain falling=

Guard-Go.

=The area he was in was blocked by a makeshift wall=
=Guard towers on the corners=

=He begins walking=

After the house was barricaded the way that was necessary to prevent zombies from entering the home. We were safe for the night. I sighed, I put rags, and what was left of the sheets along the windows, to further seal them and keep heat in the house and the cold out.

"Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici" [By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe]
I said quietly as I looked at the sky, through a window on the far side of the house, away from the others. I thought of the road ahead.
"Via, Veritas, Vita" [The Way, the Truth and the Life]
I whispered, thinking of my personal journey, thinking of all that has happened. Thinking of what lay ahead.

"Veritate et Virtute" [Truth and Virtue]
I again whispered silently, stating what I believed in the most in life.

"Veritas vos liberabit" [The truth will set you free]
I whispered, as I recalled how the truth set me free, in my time of need.

"sed Veritas odium paret" [but Truth creates hatred]
I again said, in the same manner as before, thinking of all that has happened, and what people have done in the world.

"Sic transit gloria mundi" [Thus passes the glory of the world]
I again said, thinking of earth, my home, and in all respects my mother. Gaia was the mother of all things earthborn.

I sat down, leaning against the wall, and fell asleep.

"et Scientia non habet inimicum nisi ignorantem." [and Knowledge has no enemies but the ignorant]