-*WALKING DEAD RP!*-

[Pulsefire]

Clark followed, he had eyed the pilot the entire times as he walked to the Heli, when he got there, he closed the pilots eyes and said a prayer to himself for that man, and thanked him for his service. Then Clark went to the back to the cargo hold and through some military-grade plastic storage chests. He found some ammo, 4 mags for his M4, and that brought him to a total of 6 mags. He found a metal ammo box filled with first aid supplies, gauze, antiseptic, burn crème... the works. He also found the second chest to be filled with emergency ration food, around 20 something cans of assorted food such as beans, as well as a bottle of honey and other food items. It was a good find, one that would last them a while...

[☠>military brat.]

Nikita looked around the helicopter, not really bothering to pick anything up since Clark seemed to have that covered...she was mostly curious to see if they had any working technology such as a radio. 'I can't believe there are still helicopters running...could this mean that here was still a functioning military??' she sighed deeply and continued to look around, she thought that if there was in fact a military that there may be a chance of ending all of this for good. 'It's to late for everything to be the way it used to be...it can't ever be the same. Besides...could I really live with myself if the world was as it used to be? I couldn't justify the things that I have done anymore' she ignored the thought and looked up again. "Do you think that there might be something left of the military?" She asked him with an absent minded tone and expression.

[yesterday.]

(Did you have a plane on what the noise would be, ExplodingInk? Or are we just sort of RPing it out.)

Xaviar turned back breifly when she heard a noise behind her, giving the two a damanding look when she saw that they had come down. She turned back towards the noise and shuffled towards it slowly, her finger pressed against the trigger of her rifle incase she had to shoot. Her whole body was tense, expecting some horrible creature on the other side of the brush.

[☠>military brat.]

(It could be walkers...or another person like bandits or something that try and capture them and steal their supplies?)
Aubrey looked at her with a smirk, she figured that would be slightly more annoying than if she gave her the same look. She held her finger to the trigger of her crossbow and walked forward slowly, the bells had not gone off yet so whatever it was it was either not close enough to do so or it was something...or someone smart enough to step over the wire. The sound did make her tense a little originally...but not much. She wasn't really the kind of person that was easy to scare by sneaking up on her...she was used to things like that. The biters didn't really even scare her...she has seen to many and to much to let it affect her.

[Pulsefire]

Clark heard a disturbance of the silence besides the crackling of carbon fiber and fuel, he heard screams... but not the screams of humans, but the sound he had given the death that lurks everywhere. They were runners and clickers, packs of them barreling toward them with as much speed as their legs could handle across the concrete parking lot. Clark jumped up and yelled "NIKI! JOHN! GO, RUN BACK AS FAST AS YOU CAN GOGOGO!!!" he yelled not being wary of the noise, but to him it didn't matter, it was time to pour lead or mind as well pour some seasoning on himself. And he wasn't about to become a meal that easy after a good couple of hours. Clark knelt beside the helicopter and took aim with his automatic rifle. The moment of silence as he held his breath before the hail of gunfire came out of his rifle. He popped off ten rounds, then twenty, on to thirty flashing rounds left his weapon like lightning to empty the mag and mow down the front of the pack before dropping the empty mag and slinging his smoking weapon over his shoulder and drawing his pistol to fire upon the horde on the run.

[☠>military brat.]

John turned sharply to see the hoard closing in and started to fire at them, he was attempting to stall until Clark decided to run. Neither of them where going to leave him...most certainly not Niki, she was much to stubborn to do anything anybody told her...at least right away. He didn't even need to turn his head to check if she had run, he knew she wouldn't until the rest of them did...that and she had about made him go deaf by shooting her rifle so close to his head. He was tired of hoards, he can handle one every now and then...but two enormous ones in one day??? That was ridiculous. He tried to back up every couple shots, he had plenty of ammo...for now. The farther away they could get the better, the shots would draw more into the fight.

[Oboe C.]

(I'm sorry, guys, I've been really sick. Can I please have a recap? ; - ;

[ExplodingInk]

Kyla grabbed onto the wire and shook it to make the bell ring, standing with her knife and she waited for either a stop or continuation. A stop means -- it is alive -- continuation of footsteps means it is just a walker. She listened as the everything stopped, she held her breath and put her knifes blade out, growling low. She didn't like bandits or strays -- they can't be trusted. She caught her breath but she was a stray just the other day; she shook her head now is not the time to correct hypocritical thoughts.

[yesterday.]

Xaviar rolled her eyes at Aubrey's smirk, she could deal with her later. She watched in silence as Kyla tripped the wire, and when she realized what her intentions were, though she was quite smart for doing so. crunch, snap, silence, She though as she listened, noticing the lapse between steps. She glanced over at Aubrey and, hoping she would obey this time, gave her a hand signal, telling her to move off to the left. Turning back to Kyla she did the same only for the right, Then raised her gun and began to move directly forward.

[☠>military brat.]

Aubrey sidestepped left and held her crossbow up to her face, if she shot she wasn't going to miss. She smirked briefly when she saw her roll her eye, she was happy to go from the leader to the annoying or crazy person. Little did they know she liked to change personalities and behavior when with strangers...it keeps them on their toes. She was still crazy...but she thought that she was doing it on purpose. She hoped that whoever or whatever it was she would be able to kill them, she had a sick taste for blood and combat along with her crazy behavior...it was rather unnerving for anyone who picked up on it. 'the more I keep them on their toes the better.' this was what she thought...but in reality her behavior was normal. She didn't know that of course.