[Sorry for the delay, guys, but Finals are FINALLY over! ^^ That means I get to spend more time RPing! I'm super excited, you guys!][PIPER]
This group of survivors was much more intimidating and hostile than the first two she had come across since the apocalypse. People must be changing she reluctantly decided. The first man who spoke to her was a huge man caked in the stench of sweat, dried blood, and cigarettes. She could smell him, even from the distance of about 4 yards. The gleam in his eyes as he spoke to her was enough to stop her in her tracks. Pip gripped the piece of candy between her fingers instinctively, as if she was being caught for stealing from the store. Her heart began to flutter. The man grinned, then stepped toward the girl. Just then, she realized there were two of them. Her big, round eyes plead for mercy.
At the instant she realized she was doomed, another person boomed into the room from the hallway behind the sales counter. Piper flinched, a little bit, but kept her composure, though she almost lost it. Her eyes almost welled with tears before she realized this person was a female. This woman seemed as if she knew what she was doing; her walk, her stance, even the way she interacted with the men and the way they seemed to be flustered by her. She was in charge, here. What does that mean for me? Pip could not rely solely on gender equality to save her. The woman spoke to her, but the girl was far too stunned to respond. After his comment, and as the short-tempered man clamored down the back hallway, Pip felt a little more at ease.
"My name is Pip," the small girl, finally, spoke up. Her female counterpart shot her a little glance. Pip took the hand of the stranger, reluctantly.
He shook for the both of them.
>>Gabe & Peter<<
Peter then offered the girl a welcoming grin. The man figured this girl may hold some kind of merit or skills to helping the group survive. Although he unwillingly had to a couple of times, Peter never believed in leaving people behind; especially those so innocent-looking. "We won't hurt you," he said aloud, knowing he was the only one he could, actually, account for. He saw the worry in the woman's eyes. "We are just here for supplies and whatever else we can salvage." The girl looked somewhat disinterested. "I'm sure you're here for the same reason?" She shook her head in agreement. "Mhm.." was all she offered. The man inspected the girl, once again, "So, what is your story?"
Gabe took a drag of his cigarette, as he rested his back against the brick wall of the store. He looked down into the white and red pack he held in his hand; there were four little brown tips sticking out of the silver foil, now. The man exhaled in frustration, and shoved the pack back into his jeans pocket, along with his lighter. Searching the streets for any sign of attack or sudden movement, Gabe took another drag. A growl echoed from the left wing of the alleyway the man was standing in. He squinted his eyes to peer through the darkness and light fog that had been rolling in all afternoon. A single raindrop fell from the sky, sending the red of his cherry to the asphalt below. When Gabe took the cigarette out of his mouth and freed his lungs of the sticky, black smoke that was lining them, he inspected it; the man, then, looked into the sky for signs of more to come.
He heard the thrashing again, and just in time to see it coming, Gabe shielded himself from being the next victim of an attack. The thing lunged through the air at him from out of the dim lights of the almost settled sun. The man was thrown off balance by the weight of the thing and the momentum behind it. It's mangled face and body just kept coming, snapping, and clawing at the man. He, finally, threw the thing to the ground, and sent his boot straight to its temple (a couple of times). The creature stopped thrashing and lie dormant, now. But there were more noises coming; more growling; more thrashing.
The girl had barely opened her mouth to explain, but no words were released before Gabe hastily stumbled back into the shop. As quickly and as quietly as his body would allow, the man began to explain, "A hoard is coming through the back; we have to go!" No one hesitated to do their part, except for Pip. The girl seemed lost. "Here, grab something," Peter had seen the looks his co-partners were giving her. He threw her a small sack of perishables, which contained the things he had scavenged from this trip. The girl kicked herself into gear, then. She knew she couldn't be the weak link, even if this wasn't the group she had planned to spend the apocalypse with.
.:Shelly:.
When Gabe busted into the room, Shelly knew something was not right. She froze, bag of old sweets in hand. When the man began to explain their predicament, Shelly frantically began gathering all of their supplies. Because this was an in-and-out trip, anyway, the group did not bring more than their weapons and a few satchels to carry things in. She noticed the little girl was doing nothing but standing around and looking frightened. How did she do it?? the woman thought back to her first impression of her. When Peter handed her a bag, Shelly realized. She is the doe-eyed damsel. Any boy is going to come to her aid. Gabe passed Shelly to head out the front Exit of the store; before she followed his steps, she imagined the girl would have to be careful about those kind of men.
•Jordan•
As the brute took lead-point toward the exit, Jordan let the girls flank him, while the boy held up the rear. He heard, at least, three more bodies slam into the window behind them. The thud was more high pitched and the banging came with the squealing of loose glass; the windows were giving in. And Jordan was in the back. Great his heart began to beat faster. The boy kept up the hasty pace and an ear out for the shattering of glass behind him. He knew they should take a right out of this back door to avoid however many creatures there were at the front of the store. Jordan figured the man could figure out that much, but where to go from there was up to the delivery boy. The boy began to pray the big man was smarter than he looked.
-Jason-
Jason led the group to the back of the hallway. They passed other doors and few cleaning supplies, before making it to the alleyway outside. He had noticed where everyone stood and realized what needed to be done. The man looked down at the little blonde woman standing behind him, then at Blathanaid. Doe-eyes probably wouldn't make it herself; if it comes down to it, though, the man unintentionally thought to himself. He didn't want to finish the thought--unfortunately, he already knew where it had gone. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. The man stepped a quick, precise step out of the door. As he did this, he already had the small girl's bicep in his massive hand, gently dragging her out with him, knowing Blathnaid would cover them. Considering his offense wasn't on point at the moment, defense was the card the group needed to pull right now.
He saw the look in the Asian boy's eyes while Jason pulled the boy's partner into the alley with him. The man tried to give him as assuring of a look as he could, but the two were already in the open before he could see if the boy became comfortable with it or not. He heard the window from the front of the store bust apart, as if something had been thrown through it. The bodies were heard falling into the floor, then some were heard stumbling in and over those bodies (as those tried to rise-again). The Asian boy and Blathnaid had already scrambled out of the tunnel and ready to sprint down this one. Jason was on his way right, but knew not which way to go at this four-way coming up; the man could roam the streets of the city, but his firetruck never used the alleyways!
[Not to mention my other characters: Sam, McKayla, and Jasmine. *Wheew!]
One of the groups could run into you, (or vice versa), if you want! 
Damon<3 
lol I am glad this is turning out to be a phenomenal reunion 
)! I cannot wait to log some major hours here, guys (when time allows, of course)!!]
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