The Outbreak ☣ (open)

Tommy giggled walking around in circles, with his arms infront of him, because of his leg it turned out like a weird sort of shuffle. "Zom...zom!" He cried happily.

Heather shuddered and scooped up the small boy. "I'm definitely ready to go!" She sighed, still shaken

Tris breathed a sigh of relief. "Same here." She laughed at Tommy's impression, and ruffled his hair. "Silly child," she laughed, ignoring the fact that she was only about three years older herself.

Tommy reached out to squeeze Tris' hand, with his two sticky litte hands. He grinned, squirming in Heathers grasp. "I...want to..be zom zom ..again!" He complained.

Heather shook her head "Nuh-uh!""uh-huh!!"" Nuh-uh.""uh-huh!!" She sighed defeated, "soon"

Tris laughed softly, then turned, tears filling her eyes. She frowned. "We need to get moving. Tommy, be a good boy, and be quiet, okay? I'll give you chocolate later."

Tommy relaxed and started to study absolutely everything, super carefully.

Heathed gave a relieved laugh "Thank you Tris"

Tris nodded quietly, turning away. Her shoulders shook slightly, revealing the fact that she was crying. Tris sighed softly, a little afraid.

Tris looked at her, a little surprised. She rubbed her back. "You okay there?" she asked softly.

Tommy was startled by the louud noise, but in the end he just ended up applauding. "Zom, zom!" He laughed gleefully "Zom, zom, zom, zom!"

Heather sighed and put him down, gazing at the younger girls. As the newcomer went to go trow up or something she turned to Tris. "Its okay, hon" she murmered "Why were you crying?"

Tris lifted her head, and wiped away the tears. "Sorry, I didn't realize..." she murmured softly, then quietly chomped on an energy bar. Finishing, she cleaned herself up, though there were no crumbs, and sighed. "It's probably just the wind in my eyes," she lied. "Or the zombie stink," she joked, taking Tommy's hand. "Let's go." With that, she hegan walking in the direction Zack had been heading in.

Heather nodded, still not quite believing her. "You guys catch up I'm gonna go get that other girl" she said.

Tommy toddled along with Tris. When Heather had gone he pointed to an allyway just ahead of them "Zom, zom!" He giggled. Something moved in the shadows, then a few more things moved and a shrieking howl came from that direction

Tris pulled her rifle up, tugging Tommy behind her. She backed away slowly, then fired at two of the zombies. "HEATHER!" she called. Firing again, She pulled Tommy onto her shoulders, and leaped onto a trashcan, then climbed onto a store roof. She passed Tommy a chocolate bar, and watched the zombies emerge. "Stay," she said to Tommy, then leaped down, firing her berretta Storms, her rifle on her back. She dodged claws and teeth and nails, whirling in a deadly dance, fighting them off. When the last one fell, she dropped to her knees, exhausted. Looking up at Tom, Tris began to climb, her hands shaking and making it even more dangerous for the small kid.

Tommy swallowed the last of the chocolate and smiled his chocolatey grin and began to explore the roof. He tripped and teetered on the edge for a moment before turning back around and finding a dead sparrow. He picked it up and hugged it like a teddy "Tweety!" He squealed.

Heather emerged from where she'd been, her eyes wide "Omigod!" She said "How di-!?" She trailed off

Tris sighed in annoyance, and jumped upward. She grabbed Tommy, tossing the bird away, and dissinfecting his hands. Sighing, she climbed down with him, then took a stuffed bear from the store and gave it to the boy. She looked pale, and exhausted. Getting a crib on wheels, she put Tommy inside, and covered him up. "Go to sleep," she said softly.

He blew raspberrys at her and started to drift asleep.

Heather looked over at the young girl, "You really need some rest" she observed "Let's catch up to Zach!"

Ooc- Heather will, she's the second oldest.. Get well soon! Lol

Tris laughed, weakly. "And where, may I ask, am I going to rest without getting eaten?" she asked softly, swinging her bag over her shoulders, and sighing softly. She followed Heather, while her ribs stuck out slightly, and her hands would shake. Tris smiled down at Tommy, knowing he'd had a great life. She almost felt more sorry for him, since his parents had turned into the raving dead, but at least he'd had someone, and then he'd had them.

Tris shuddered, thinking of her own parents. They had abandoned her at an orphanage when she was two. She had learned not to trust folks, and had grown weaker by the day. Even now, she barely ate anything, and was always jumpy and nervous. Tris sighed, trailing along and wordlessly pushing a crib that she could have fit in herself.