~The Survivors~·-·Semi-Advanced·-·Jump-in

"I will, Roof Dweller!" Oliver shouted back up as he crawled out of the dumpster and up the red ladder again. Tyler immediately caught his eye and he asked, "Do I know you?"

Keeping quiet Jessie pulled a hair strand from her face. Watching the three people an uneasy feeling flooded over her. She bit her tongue staring the new stranger down. I need to leave she thought. Fiddling with the knife in her hand.

Tarkus lay prone on a rooftop, about 500m away, and peered through the scope of his Springfield sniper rifle. Although he couldn't hear the other survivor's conversation, it was a picture he had seen plenty of times before. A bunch of loners run into each other and start arguing.
Tarkus pulled his camouflaged face away from the scope and leaned steadily to the bag next to him, grabbing a chocolate bar and biting into it. He made sure not to make any sudden movements as he slowly slid away from the roof's edge and starting inspecting his gear for the third time that day.
It payed to be prepared.

occ: how do you want them to know each other? like schoolmates, or like best friends, or like teammates, or something

Tyler's was about to call the kid crazy, but then he got a better look at his face. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor,
"There is no way," He started no really knowing what to say, "Oliver?"
He was stocked, stunned, he never thought he see any of his pals again. Maybe it wasn't Oliver, maybe it was just someone who look like him. He found part of him hoping it really was Oliver. All he could do was stare, and the more he stared the more certain he felt it was Oliver.

(I vote for classmates :) )

"Holy shit, is that you Tyler?" Oliver asked, taking a few steps forward. "This is a one in a million chance, is that really you?" He asked.

Tyler cracked a smile. He put the gun back in his belt. Tyler went over to Oliver almost not believing it. He offered his hand to Oliver.
"I cannot believe that's you" he smirked "Long time no see. How'd you survive so long?"
He felt like he was back in school again, hanging with Oliver and all the guys, Just normal. Just for one second. He almost forgot about Jixie, and Jessie. He was just happy. Of course every time he had a shining moment something bad happen like three seconds after. He cleared his head of sentimental stuff. The zombie apocalypse Not time to get lost in the moment.

Oliver shook Tyler's hand and then responded, "I mostly survived off of food that I scrounged from nearby buildings, and that is what I was doing when I heard all of your voices." "How'd you survive?" Oliver queried.

Tarkus returned to his rifle, swallowing the last piece of chocolate from the bar. Better grab some more soon... running low... he grumbled internally, peering through the scope.
The scene had changed, they weren't acting hostile anymore. This surprised him a lot, as almost everyone was hostile. He considered squeezing off a shot, but thought better. They didn't know he was here yet, and they could lead him to their base...

Jessie watched the two boys, rolling her eyes she sighed. "Well I'd love to stay at this family reunion, but I need supplies to live!" He mocked sarcastically. Straightening her hoodie, swinging the drawstring backpack over her shoulder she headed to the ladder. Clutching the knife she began to crawl down the ladder steps.

Tarkus narrowed his eyes, frowning. Shit... They're splitting up... he thought angrily. If they split up, he'd have to wait hours or even a day before he could safely leave. He needed to know where they all were. Thinking quickly, he came to a decision. Although, he thought, it might be a bad one.
Squeezing the trigger, he fired off a shot at the ladder. He hoped he was far enough away that the CRACK of his springfield would be hard to pinpoint among the echoing buildings.

"The hell?" Jessie murmured to herself. She swung her head trying to find out where the shot had came from. Knowing there would be more, continud faster down the later. Just like hide and seek The teen thought to herself before dropping to the ground.

"Holy Sh!t" exclaimed Oliver as he ducked behind a rooftop air conditioner for cover.

Tyler started to run then remembered his ankle. It hurt like hell when he started to run. He cursed, he wasn't gonna let some stupid ankle slow him down, but he was moving too slow he was gonna get shot. He ducked down crawling the rest of the way to get behind a crate. He made it there before the attacker had a chance to hit him. He sighed. Pretty much his life. Good thing happens, something worst happens just to ruin it.
He heard a moan, he froze had the zombies climbed the roof? then he realized the crate he picked was the crate. He cursed again. He peered his head out from behind the crate, scanning the horizon for the attacker.

(would it be ok if tarkus shot a bullet at tyler and inside it Jixie's sister inside the crate?)

OOC: My pleasure

Tarkus pulled back the bolt on his Springfield, ejecting the empty shell casing and sending it clattering down next to him. He pushed back the bolt and sealed the barrel, aiming down his sight once more. He pulled off another shot, sending a round streaking toward the small bit of Tyler's head that was poking out. However, he misjudged the distance slightly and the bullet dipped slow, smashing into the crate. Cursing, he re-cocked his rifle and prepared for another shot.

(sorry, you can blame tyler not me, :P)

Tyler cursed, he just had to pick this crate. He grabbed Jixie's arm, he was worried she might do something stupid and get herself killed. He didn't really know what do to, it was his fault. Who ever was firing at them was aiming for him. He put Jixie's sister in danger. But yet there was this small voice inside him that told him not to care about something that was already long dead. He didn't really have a choice right now so he listened to the voice. He wasn't worried about a walking corpse, he was worried about Jixie.
He leaned forward to whisper in Jixie's ear, "She was already dead. Don't get killed over her."
He knew Jixie was going to hate him for saying that, it was her family he was talking about, but he didn't want her to get killed over a zombie. He cared too much for her. He tightened his grip on her arm a bit, knowing she would probably pull away from him and ignore him. Yet he had a shred of hope maybe she would listen, just maybe.