The Only Easy Day...was Yesterday

[Cole Peyton]

It was times like these that Cole really questioned how intelligent he actually was. In the middle of absolute nowhere, with hardly any supplies, and no plan, was the situation he found himself in. He seriously thought he could've been a better survivalist than this, but reality bitch-slapped him in the face. Oh well, at least he still had the privilege of driving a truck, that was just about out of fuel nonetheless.

Mile after mile passed, nothing coming into sight. Leaving his hometown must have been a good idea, it was completely overrun by the infected after all. But the thought that maybe some of his friends or even his parents had survived and he was long gone troubled him a little. Just two days ago, three survivors jumped him and tried to take everything he had. Tried anyway, Cole was no pushover, and fought the attackers off until the undead made a timely appearance. The end result was not good for those three. Even before that, he had a gun pointed in his face demanding he had over his own rifle and ammo. With a quick reflex and a pissed off attitude, not only did Cole keep his rifle, but walked away with the rifle that originally was giving him the business.

Because of all this, Cole was convinced that any remaining survivors out there were totally out for their own good, and if that meant taking the life another, they'd think nothing of it. It was like a gladiator match, only worldwide. Strange though, at a time where the slim remnants of humanity were at stake, people turned on each other instead of bonding together. What sort of message does that send?

These thoughts and more raced through his head, until he came across a road sign that advertised an exit towards a main highway leading towards Los Angeles. Well at least he wasn't in complete no mans land anymore, but he would bet 1000 dollars that highway would be unusable with all the traffic that was bound to be attempting to escape during the outbreak. Regardless, he tried it, and a few miles later his suspicions were confirmed. A mass glob of automobiles littered the roadway and ditches, rendering the road completely useless. No matter, at least he had four wheel drive, and there was bound to be a semi or two that he could siphon the diesel out of for his truck.

Another road sign came into view. "Los Angeles - 17 miles" it read. So he wasn't as far from past civilization as he maybe thought he was. He made a quick stop by a wrecked tractor trailer to see if there was any fuel in it. Luckily, there was, and even though it was a fairly long process, he transferred it over to his tank, taking a little extra in a can and throwing it in the pickup bed. Now on to find the real essentials. Ammo, which was a never ending search, and food, which seemed downright unavailable at this time.

He gingerly continued down his own trail blazed path parallel to the highway, until he started coming across far suburbs of L.A. Well this was smart, run away from a mid-sized town only to reach one of the largest cities in the U.S, which was probably zombie capital USA. Nonetheless, suburbs meant supplies, or at least hopefully did. He parked his truck lazily next to a convenience store, fully expecting the place to be ransacked and holding nothing of value. It was, and so he continued on until he came across what looked like a military brigade that was set up to try to contain the city across the highway. Military meant guns, maybe he'd get lucky for once. Multiple Humvee's were all inline. Sadly, many of them contained the remains of rangers who were presumably overrun. The site was depressing, but what in this world wasn't?

Hatching an idea that maybe the .50 cals off the humvees were still usable, he climbed on top of one of them to see how hard it would be to dismount one. What he maybe didn't realize was how visible this made him to everyone or thing around him.

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[Mona Scarlet Hale]

When the shit hit the fan, for lack of a better term, Mona gunned up and left. She was not going to stick around in the big city only to become food for one of those ‘sick’ people. It was like suddenly everyone was a cannibal, could you even catch cannibalism? Was it airborne, like the flu? Mona did not much care what it was, as long as she did not have it. Mona lived like a soldier, and did not have much in the way of material items. Aside from 70 pairs of shoes, and designer clothes in her walk in closet. Yes she was rich, yes she liked fabulous cashmere clothes, yes she could definitely live without them. Mona had been on the run several times, it was just part of the job. She had money, cash money. Jewelry, and cigarettes all for bartering purposes. The sweet lady with the kind face had said during the early morning news that everything was going to be fine. Everyone just needed to stay at home and board up their doors. Mona understood it as…”Everyone please stay calm. The world is coming to an end, but we do not want to start a country wide panic.” So Mona did what she did best. Stay calm.

She packed lightly, only grabbing essentials. Most of the essentials being weapons of course. Mona was smart, beautiful and dangerous, but above all else, she was a survivor. Mona left her home later that evening, figuring her best chance to get out of the city would be at night. She was comfortable in the dark; it was when she did most of her work. She realized that if she stayed quiet and out of site, those ‘sick’ people did not seem to notice her. Her endurance paid off, and by sunrise she was outside the city. She hotwired an old truck, that was much noisier then she had anticipated it to be. It was her best option considering it had a full tank of gas. If it happened to break down she knew she could fix the old Ford, were as she had no idea what to do with one of those fancy, fast imported cars.

Once she hit the deserted road, she floored the pedal. Best to get as far away from other people as possible. She highly doubted a cop would stop her anyways. Not that he would survive the encounter long enough to give her a ticket to begin with. Mona was used to being all alone, and she took little notice of it. Her mother had disappeared when she was young, and her father had died a few years ago. She was an only child, with no other relatives to speak of. The only people she kept in close contact with was a few friends of her father. She had no doubt they had all survived and were no doubt in bunkers somewhere watching old football games and porn. She really did love those guys.

Mona soon realized that she was not the only person who left the city early when she came upon a crudely made road block. Four well armed men were walking around the two trucks, and barbwire fence. She could feel her skin crawl at the looks they gave her when she was forced to stop the truck. To her left she could see three other vehicles, and she idly considered what had become of the people that had came upon the four men. But where there were large groups of men, there was food. With a raised eyebrow she put the old raggedy, rusty truck in park. With a blank expression on her face she hopped out and faced her would be attackers.

“Well hey there sweetheart.” One of the men called, licking his lips. Mona was disgusted, but she refused to show it. “Look at what we got here.” Said another, walking around her to get a better look at her ass. This time Mona could not help but roll her eyes. Exact opposite from her stood the man that looked like the ringleader. He was dirty, scruffy, and looked to be completely inbred. He was scraping his skin with a knife. Mona examined it. Hers was bigger. Mona silently surveyed her surroundings. Five vehicles, which meant plenty of gas. A few lawn chairs, a few coolers which were more than likely full of beer. She deduced that from the smell in the air. They had a grill, which meant they had food somewhere. Probably in one of the vehicles. That was when she noticed the back of one of the newer trucks. It had a mattress in the back. She would have guessed that would have been where they slept, until she saw the ropes. She cocked an eyebrow. How lovely, a gang-bang-mobile. She wanted to heave.

When creep number one approached her she decided now was as good a time as any. “What should I call you sugar lumps? If you make me happy, I might even keep you.” He said inching toward her. Mona responded by grabbing the back of his neck, and slamming it into the hood of her truck. She pulled her .22 out and quickly shot Creep Number 2, and 3. She smiled at the leader before pulling out her knife from her boot. He was reaching for his shot gun, but she was faster. Never one to be outdone by a man, she lodged her knife in the center of his face.
With a sigh, she walked over and examined both knives. Yeah, hers was bigger, but she took them both. She grabbed the food, siphoned the gas, and loaded up the water in the back of her truck. She used a bit of gas to pour over the dead bodies, and the gang-bang-mobile and lit one of the matches she had found.

The grill that was now in her possession would come in handy if she could find some food. She turned the old truck around. The flames were only a backdrop in the distance as she headed back in the city. Mona reasoned that the further she went, the more of ‘THAT’ would be out there. Better to skim the outskirts and find food, then to take her chances. She changed her road choices as she backtracked, and came across a clustered suburb. Food, water, shelter. Loaded with people. She re-loaded her guns, thanks to even more ammunition found by the creeps, and got out of the truck. She tucked her things away as best she could, and hoped no one would want her useless, old, truck. Mona took to taking it slow. She wanted to get an idea of what her surroundings where, and she did not want to have to fire her weapons as it would give away her location. Stealth meant survival.

Then she came upon a site she never expected, even in the midst of everything. Humvee’s, military brigade, dead people littering the streets. She felt bile rise in her throat. She was not a stranger to death, but this was a massacre on the likes of which she had never seen. Where there was military, there were weapons, and a girl could never have too many weapons. She approached quietly, shot gun on her hip. Then she whipped around, and aimed instinctively when she heard something. She saw him, before he saw her, giving her the advantage. “Are you sick?” She asked, barely above a whisper. She was still deciding if she was going to shoot or not.

[Lieutenant General John Frost]

It wasn't that long a drive from Miramar to Los Angeles, but it took a while as John tried to conserve fuel, but was also trying to keep a steady momentum so he could run over those things if they'd get in the way. He barely made it out. Now what? What was a pilot supposed to do now? He was trained to fly! Tough, is anyone really trained for a zombie apocalypse?

On the way, a survivor stopped him, and asked whether he could join, but John didn't trust him. He knew that, if he'd take every survivor he'd see, his APC would get full very quickly, and that his rations wouldn't last long if they had to be divided. So he had to deny the person. He didn't feel good about it, and was actually surprised when the man started shooting at the armored vehicle with a simple handgun. The shots didn't even leave a dent in the vehicle.

After a few more hours, he rolled in the suburbs of the city of Angels. He kept rolling, stopping at nothing as the living dead kept getting crushed under its tracks. After a while, John began to wonder how the dead can be killed, if they even CAN be killed. Finally, he arrived to what seemed like a roadblock set up by the U.S Army Rangers. He could see the humvees, but not much else. He could, however see, that there were no infected for the time being. He drove around the corner and saw a man climbing one of the vehicles, and it looked like he was trying to pull one of the guns off of it.

He kept the engine running, and opened the top hatch. He half climbed out, and shouted at the man. He just noticed that he was still wearing his BDU's, which was of course only logical since he was a marine.

"Hey man, you alright? Need any help with that?"

[Cole Peyton]

After a minute or two of struggling with the thing, Cole realized he was going to have to get underneath the humvee to detach several bolts that must've supported the base of the turret. Good news was, it looked like it was doable, and would make a great addition to the back of his Dodge.

He was just about to climb down when he heard a very foreign sound. A human voice, female nonetheless. For a split second he got a little excited, then he cursed himself for being sneaked up on. He turned around to face the voice, and found a young women with a shotgun in front of her. Cole held in a groan as he realized that he probably just got himself into the very situation that he's been trying to avoid. "If I were sick, I'd be lunging myself at you right now." He stated with obvious annoyance in his voice. He slid himself down the humvee and faced the girl. He had to admit, she was attractive, but he knew all too well that looks were very deceiving.

Unfortunately for him, this was a situation he did not see himself getting out of as easily as the two other times. She was smart, keeping a little distance so he could pull anything, not to mention that it looked like she was seriously considering ending this "confrontation" right now. As much as he hated doing it, he decided to play the peacemaker. "This would go much more smoothly if that shotty was lowered." He said low and monotone, with a little wrinkle in his brows. He considered just carrying on with what he was doing, as if he didn't give a shit. But after further thought, he concluded that would probably would worsen the situation.

As if this wasn't sudden enough, another voice came out from the opposite side of the humvee. He instinctively turned around to see what that could be. A man dressed in a military uniform, who probably did not see the pending situation. His first thought was that he may be this girl's accomplice, but he didn't come off harsh and probably wouldn't have offered help if he was. Now what? Cole momentarily dismissed shotgun women and looked in his direction. "Possibly, hang on for a sec, bro."

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[Mona Scarlet Hale]

Mona watched patiently, but she was still eager to loot the place and move on. It was refreshing in some ways to find someone else that obviously wasn’t sick, but it still seemed mandatory to ask. He would either answer ‘no’, or start trying to gnaw her face off. It made little difference to her. Then she heard the sound of a vehicle, a large one. For a very brief second she considered if someone had stolen her truck, but quickly dismissed the thought as being paranoid. It was large, and heavy. She made no move to hide. If someone was driving, then they were obviously not a cannibal. She had her gun so she felt safe. If nothing else maybe she could play the damsel card and get them to split their supplies. No one had to know that she was starting to get a significant stockpile of her own. The more she had the better. At least until she could set down, freak out, and then figure out what the hell was going on. Mona knew her weakness would be stopping. As long as she kept moving, planning, and thinking ahead she did not have to let herself come to terms with what had happened to the world. Mona had a heart, somewhere deep under the ashes, but she rarely let it see the light of day.


Mona heard yet another man, asking the one she could see if he needed any help. That did not exactly mean he was friendly. Shot gun in hand. Pistol in back of pants. Knife in bra. Knife in boot. Check. She liked to be prepared. She kept her expression passive. She had no idea what was happening. “Thought I was being neighborly by asking.” Mona replied with a hint of amusement. She was glad he did not lunge at her, for his own sake. She had already been creeped out by a person that was not sick, so she was not up for taking any chances. He was the first living person she had seen, that was still living. So it gave her a speck of hope. Then idly she wondered if she were the last woman alive on earth, she heavily doubted it. Other women were resourceful like her, if not more so. But she did not like the fact of being the mother of the new race. Nope, not gonna happen. She had always said she was never having kids, even if she were the last woman on earth. It was kind of funny now. In a not funny at all sort of way.


Mona nodded in agreement. She was just as quick with a knife as she was with a gun. She lowered the shot gun, and put the strap around her chest. “I don’t really know how to aim with it anyway.” She lied, blinking a bit to feign innocence. “Found it, thought it might be useful.” She lied. Better to play the damsel, and get more information. Men really were suckers for a bit of cleavage, a pout, and a bit of mascara. Why not use it to her advantage. When the second man appeared, confirming her suspicions about the vehicle she steadied her hand instead of reaching for her gun. Better to let the nice man explain, then to add to the corpses. Other people could be useful. She had to remind herself that not everyone wanted to kill her. She looked over the new man’s military uniform. Yes, possibly very helpful. “You, your military! Do you know what the hell is going on?” Mona asked excitedly. A glimmer of hope in her voice.

[Cole Peyton]

Cole was actually surprised when she lowered her weapon, for once here was someone who wasn't looking for trouble...or at least seemingly so. Maybe there were survivors out there who weren't totally nuts in the head, though he was far from convinced this girl was legit. She had a presence of her that made him think she had her own demons with her. Something he learned from his years in the racing business was how to read people with cheated up cars. He attributed that skill to his survival in the encounters he already had with desperate humans.

He gave her a bit of a "yeah right" look when she claimed her useless ability with guns. "If you've lived to this point, I'm sure you're proficient with it to at least some degree." He fell back on the humvee and gave her a bit of a sly grin. Now he had to figure out how he was going to explain what he was doing on top of it without giving away that he had a badass truck with supplies littered all over the backseat. Thankfully though, the distraction the apparent soldier's arrival created saved him a few minutes to think. He trained his eyes on him as Mona asked a pretty useful question, although Cole would've bet money he didn't have the answer. How could you possibly explain something like this?

Cole then took notice of the vehicle that stood in the background, it must've been the cause for the noise and vibration of the ground earlier. He began to think this guy was maybe a scout who was supposed to find survivors and bring them to a shelter. Like hell Cole would ever consider going to one of those deathtraps.

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[Lieutenant General John Frost]

A woman as well? He didn't see her, so she must've been on the other side of the humvee that man stood on.

You, your military! Do you know what the hell is going on?”

"I really have no idea ma'am, I'm just a pilot that managed to survive by grabbing an APC and load it full with weapons, ammo, supplies and medical stuff."

Yes, he was open about it. He thought that he was gonna need those people, so he might as well tell them what he had. He was still sitting on top of the APC, but didn't drop the ramp yet. Even though he knew he was gonna need them, he had no reason to trust them, and they had no reason to trust him. Hell, who'd trust someone wearing a military uniform, and who rides an APC? He was just like other persons looking for a place stop and join forces. Possibly even build a stronghold. For now that would have to wait. First he had to establish friendship.

"Mate, if you want to defend yourself with a machinegun by taking it off a vehicle, I'd suggest using tools. It makes your work a lot easier. Every humvee should have a toolkit"

He saw the man struggling, but decided to remain where he was. It could be a trap to get his supplies. people can get pretty smart if it concerned food, water, medical supplies and living. For now there was no way to be sure, so the only logical course of action would be to talk to them, maybe try to convince them to even join him. He had enough fuel to drive all the way to the eastern coast and back again.

[Mona Scarlet Hale]

Mona did little more than raise an eyebrow at him. So he did not believe that she was entirely innocent. What did she suspect, he must be somewhat intelligent to have survived this long. ‘Checkmate’ she thought. He would not be easily played by her, and that made him stand out. However, it did put a target on his back unknowingly. Mona preferred me who could be swayed by her charms. He was going to be work. She did not correct him, nor did she divulge exactly how proficient she was. She gave a nod, out of respect for a man that called her out on her bull. “I’m not a complete moron, I am capable of hitting the side of a barn.” She added after a pause. Let him think what he wanted. She did not need a gun anyways. The two knives hidden on her person were a promise to that.

She wondered what he knew about the humbvees and if he had any idea about what had happened there. It looked like he might have just been arriving, and scourging for supplies. She could not be sure though, but at that point it did not much matter to her. She wanted to just get what she needed and leave. If anyone was bound to have answers it was the military guy. Mona did want to know what the hell was happening so she could be better prepared. She had given up on the world going back to the way it was.

“Ma’am?” She choked. Did he seriously just call her ma’am. She thought she might vomit. Diverting her mind back to more important things she considered his words. Loaded full of supplies huh? Even though Mona was only ever looking out for herself she only briefly considered commandeering his loot. She could manage on her own, and she was not about to take from other living people unless it was essential. She was getting by. It looked like the other two men were doing just the same. As long as no one tried to take her things, or harm her in any way she could play nice. Besides there were plenty of now dead people to take from.

Mona knew absolutely nothing about the large vehicles, including how to drive them. She assumed just leave them alone. The boys seemed interested in them though. No surprise there. “Where are you two going?” she asked, figuring it was a reasonable enough question. She had no idea if any place was really safe. Perhaps they knew something she did not. “You are the first living people I’ve seen.” She added, conveniently leaving out the four creeps.

[Cole Peyton]

There was something a little strange about these two people showing up at almost exactly the same time, in this world that would've been quite a rarity. So he didn't get too comfortable with their company just yet. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more his attitude declined, especially towards the airman. He gave it a 50/50 chance these two may be working together. Call it being paranoid, but the last few encounters he's had with survivors handed him that lack of trust for anyone or any situation. That suspicion in him only increased when the alleged pilot claimed his huge inventory of supplies. That was something that most would hold to themselves, especially around two strangers...if the girl was indeed a stranger to him. Still leaning on the humvee, Cole turned his head towards the pilot, looking at him from across the hood of the vehicle. "Mind telling me why you'd bother so freely enlightening us of your heavenly stash? Most people would've gunned you down by now." Cole said with a bit a chuckle. He had to find humor in whatever he could these days. With his next statement, Cole sort of gave him a 'no shit' expression. "Oh really, I didn't know .50 cals were bolted down." He said with an eye roll. He was about to make his way to the back of the rig to get the toolkit but figured giving anymore attention to it would only increase suspicions of what he was going to use it for, so he let it go.

Cole smiled inwardly a little when he got the girl to admit she wasn't totally useless. "I bet if one of those infected things jumped behind you, you'd blow its head off in one shot." He said with a bit of a playful touch in his voice, but also half serious. Regardless if she was with this guy or not, she held herself with a lot of composure, and a person who wasn't confident with guns or weapons in general wouldn't be as composed or standing as upright as she was, not during these times.

Her question suddenly made him doubt his previous suspicion that the two were working together, unless it was a very clever way to trick him. Nah...he was over thinking this, or was he? He couldn't make up his mind, and the question itself he found he had a hard time answering, he really wasn't going anywhere. "I go where the roads take me, and try to have some fun on the way. Everything's gone to shit, so why bother trying to find that magical wonderland that doesn't exist." He stated maybe a little harshly. "Lucky for you then, seems that the rest of the living have turned into complete worthless excuses for human beings."

[Lieutenant General John Frost]

"Mind telling me why you'd bother so freely enlightening us of your heavenly stash? Most people would've gunned you down by now."

"Well, I'm in need of a driver. Because, like I said, I'm a pilot. I barely managed to come this far. I ask every survivor I see because my plan is this: Get to a fairly central location, gather survivors and establish a safe zone where we can operate from. Maybe others have already done so, I don't know. I just wanna get the hell out of here and take as many willing people with me. Capable persons I mean. Not bandits taking their shot at stealing everything they see."

Willing people would be hard to find, but the fact still was that he needed people. They're not military, but anyone that isn't hostile is worth the chance. He really wanted to gather survivors and get to a camp with them. That way he wouldn't be alone in there. It would probably also make the trip a lot less boring, and if there was an experienced driver, it would take much less time. He knew how to drive it, but not how to do it well in this hunk of metal. The thing he could do however was shoot. They taught him how to use all weapons their arsenal possessed, and they taught him well. He could still literally quote what the drill sergeant drilled in their heads.

[Mona Scarlet Hale]

Mona looked casually over at the first guy. He made a lot of since. Why was military guy telling them anything about anything. Wasn’t that the name of the game in this dangerous new world. Keep supplies to yourself and stay alive. Mona avoided stupid people at all cost, they were dangerous. First guy seemed to have some logic. Smart people tended to be almost as dangerous as stupid people. She was not about to put her trust into anyone. She only remained to stay and listen. Information was just as valuable as water now. She chose to just remain silent and be an observer. When First guy commented on her ability to blow off the head of something if it attacked her she glared back at him. Was he challenging her. She did not like it, not one bit. Why the hell was it any of his business how good she was with a handful of bullets.

“You are too observant. I don’t like observant people.” Mona said softly. Deciding to let him decipher what he wanted to out of it. Her act with First Guy wasn’t going to go anywhere. Then again military guy was the proper type, perhaps he would be the one willing to save the damsel. She was not about to leave this conversation empty handed. Military guy had supplies, perhaps he would be willing to share with a semi defenseless lady. She really doubted it though. “Let’s just hope I don’t have to give you a demonstration any time soon.” She said, still not liking how exposed they were.

“They were worthless excuses for humans before, the only difference now is that I don’t have cell service, and I can’t pull up at Wendy’s and order a cheeseburger.” It might not have been exactly how Mona felt. It was impossible to not feel devastated at how the world had changed. However, keeping her armor up was how Mona dealt with things. If she made herself believe that she did not care about anything then it was easier to act that way. Why try and feel sorry for the dead, when there was nothing anyone could do. Mona had learned that lesson a long time ago.

“Wait… let me get this straight. You want to hunker down somewhere, find survivors, and what sing ‘kum by yah’ all day? If you have not noticed, the world is ending. People are eating each other. Big groups make big targets.” Mona said, still baffled by Military guy’s positive outlook on things. The stock market crashing was one thing to be positive about, but when the undead started walking it was time to get realistic.

[Cole Peyton]

Cole had a hard time understanding where the pilot was coming from. He was military, so he would surely have a better understanding of driving a military vehicle than he would...so he would think anyway. Regardless of that though, grouping up with a large collection of other survivors was what he's sworn to avoid, and that's pretty much exactly what this guy's idea was. "A driver, eh? Well I don't think my race car experience qualifies me as a tank driver." He grinned, hoping to get out of grouping up.

He took what he heard next from the lady as a compliment, regardless of how she meant it. "You can blame years of experience on that." His curiosity of her was peaked though when she said that, what the hell was her life before for her to have a dislike of observance? Wasn't that the reason any of them were alive today? The way he saw it, you couldn't have made it to this point if you weren't both very observant and capable with a weapon. And that made it a lot easier to see through people's bullshit.

"Well, at least they didn't try to kill you or eat you...or at least most of them didn't." He wrinkled his brow a little. Man, this girl seemed more pessimistic than even him. He couldn't blame her though, many had probably completely lost their minds by now, he was close, but somehow managed to keep it together. The last statement she made Cole found himself in complete agreement with, and added on to it. "Plus, more people means conflicts, more backstabbing, and more chaos." With the pilot being a military guy, Cole figured that was something he had probably been familiar with in the past, and in his mind, there was no reason any of that would change now.

[Lieutenant General John Frost]

"Well, I'm driving on then. Going east. ciou"

The engine hadn't stopped running, and John climbed back in the vehicle. He closed the hatch and made sure everything was secure. Then he checked the places he had put his stuff and got back in his seat. He tested the controls, and when they all seemed to be working properly, he hit the gas, and drove east in a quick, yet conserving speed. Though, if he somehow would find himself in need of fuel, he'd just take it out the gas tank of one of the many vehicles standing on the road. He hoped to get out of the desert by tomorrow evening, and then move on further east. He'd have to avoid cities, as they'd probably be infested with those creatures.

[Mona Scarlet Hale]

Mona stood with her arms at her sides, it was a conscious effort to keep from folding them over her chest. It was easier to reach for a weapon if they were already half way there. She watched, looking for any sign that these two were working together. What were the odds that she had run into two separate people who were just in the same vicinity. Low, very low. She had no desire to trust either of them, but she was not about to turn her back to them and walk away. Mona let the boys be boys and talk about vehicles. She had no desire to steal any of them. Why should she care? She still had her old beat up ford hidden from site, loaded with supplies and with a tank of gas. Still she pretended to look interested.

Mona pretty much ignored the first guy, just more observations, more reasons to see him as a threat. It shocked her a little when he agreed with her. He could see the conflicts and backstabbing that would likely take place if people started grouping together. “I’ll take my chances with the flesh eaters. I can see them coming. Unlike a knife in the back when I’m sleeping.” Mona said, all facades of her ‘innocent’ girl routine long gone. She made it apparent that she did not trust either of them. After all what reason did she have?

Mona gave a questioning look to First Guy, as the military guy gave up and walked away. She was not quite sure what to make of it, but what did she really expect. With a nonchalant shrug she tapped the hood of one of the remaining vehicles. “Well good luck guy. Guess I might see what is out east as well.” She said, and reached in her pocket for one of her precious packs of cigarettes. She did not know how hard they were going to be to come by, so she smoked them sparingly. She lit it, and when she looked up it was not the abandoned suburbia she was expecting to see.

“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath. There was not enough ammo on her person to take out the hoard of 30 or 40. She spun on her heel, and yelled at First Guy. “Run! Fucking run!” she said, picking up speed as she passed him. They had already seen her, and they were picking up their speed as well.

[Cole Peyton]

"Best of luck." Cole watched the pilot hop in his APC and start crawling along. At least that shattered any suspicion he had that the two were working together...for the most part anyway. He cringed at how much noise that tank made, there was no better way to scream out your location than a massive vehicle with steel tracks rolling across the pavement. Probably didn't matter too much though, he'd be out of here soon enough.

Cole grinned but hid it from the young lady who pretty much just erased any innocence she may have had. He was right after all, by the sound of things. He didn't say anything about it, not that he really had anything to say.

"There won't be anything more out east than there is here." Cole blankly stated, simply saying what he believed. "Best wishes." He began turning around until he saw what she saw. "Oh shit." He first took a glance at the machine gun on the humvee he was just on, but then decided there were too many of them. He followed suit with the girl until he noticed another large horde coming from their right. There was no way they'd be able to clear the infected through all the broken down vehicles on the highway. Then he remembered his truck, it was just to their left and would be a seemingly easy escape. Cole's conscious played with him a little, how much did he trust her? Well, they were about to be cornered and he had to make a decision, and regardless, he wasn't about to simply let someone get mowed down. "Over here, follow me!" He shouted and began running towards his Dodge, unlocking it beforehand with the remote key in his pocket .