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    "Food. Ammunition, water, first aid kit, all kinds of crap" Ruby anchored the rope ladder, and climbed down. She looked down, and saw three or four walkers. "She=#_t! There's Noth'in but walkers." She began shooting, getting two.

    Jack leaned over Ruby, he looked down the AR's sights and took the shot. He knew he killed it when the walker's head went missing from view. "Grab what you can, no need to kill yourself." He stayed leaning over her watching the floor for any thing that could end badly.


    IC;; Ruby nodded, and jumped down. She grabbed a big bag that was laying on the ground, and began stuffing it. She slashed all the food and water into the bag. Ruby grabbed four or five first aid kit, and threw them in, along with guns, knives, tons of bullets, a tent, and a few sleeping bags. She turned around. "Here," she threw him the bag, and began climbing up.



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    Upon catching the bag that weighted a mini van, he stumbled backwards. "What did I say about throwing stuff at me!" He lied the bag off to the side and stuck out his arm to help Ruby up.


    IC;; She grabbed his hand. "I gave you a warning that time." She pulled herself up, as he helped. She stood, and dusted off her jeans. "C'mon! We got to get outta here!" Ruby anchored the rope ladder again, and quickly climbed down.

    Jack slid down the ladder, his boots slammed on the pavement. Carrying all the gear was not easy for him. So Jack held the AR out to Ruby, "You take it. I prefer my sniper, anyway, your father would want you to have it." With the bag over his left shoulder and his sniper rifle over his right, he pulled out his pistol, an USP with a full clip of ammo.

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    Red heard noises in the distance. They weren't the normal moans and groans of the dead but actual voices. Curiosity swelled up in Red as well as alert. In the past humans have proven to be just as dangerous as zombies. Red moved her position to the side of a building and when she peered around she saw to people. A male and female scavenging for things.


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    Jack, still holding the AR out towards Ruby, he put the bag down. He removed his helmet then strapped on the gas mask over his face, he tightened the air filter and put on the helmet back on. The mask muffled his voice to make him sound like he was always talking through a hand held radio. "Lets get going, Ruby."

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    IC;; "How do you know my name. Yeah, you were my brothers friend, but we've never been introduced to each oth.." She stopped talking. She had a feeling something, someone was watching them. Ruby peered around the corner, and met her eyes to Red's. "Hey, you might want to put the gun down" she grabbed it from his hand, and dropped it, pointing to her. "Look" she whispered.

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    Red saw the girl pointing at her then sucked back behind the corner. She muttered a curse then unsheathed her daggers. Not the best weapon against guns but they didn't need reloading or ammunition.


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    Jack dropped the bag and walked around the corner, both hands on his pistol. The pistol was lowered but was clearly in sight of Red, he could easily raise it and take the shot. "Friend, foe, or innocent?" Taking notice of her daggers he raised a brow, though his gas mask hid it. "Interesting choice of weapon you got there."

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    Red was hesitant for obvious reasons. She didn't really trust anybody. Her grip tightened on her daggers. "They're silent and require no ammunition." She explained simply to the man in the mask. Red had a scar over her left eye that could be seen clearly now that she was facing them.


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    Jack shook the pistol to draw attention to it, "I still need an answer! 'You friendly, or do I need to get deadly?" He acted as if he was still doing his job as a mercenary. He still wore his equipment; green camouflage and gray armor, ammo pouches that were nearly empty lined the bottom of his tactical vest. "Give me a good answer. I'm not looking to waste someone, but I'm not in the mood to lose any one either!"

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    "I'm friendly." Red snapped at the man. Keep acting like this and you'll gain a foe. She thought bitterly. Although she didn't lower her weapons, she waited for him to do so first. She sighed her blue-green eyes watching him carefully. The girl didn't seem too hostile but the man was another story.


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    He rolled his eyes before holstering the pistol. He turned the corner and retrieved the bag, muttering as he walked. He threw it over his shoulder and returned to the two girls. "Ok, so bad start." He reached his hand out, "My names Jack, and yours is?" He kept his eyes on her daggers and hands.

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    Red relaxed a bit when the man holstered his gun. So she sheathed her daggers and shook his hand. "The name Red." She told Jack then looked to the girl awaiting to hear her name.


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    Jack pretended to scratch his chin through the mask, "So, Red, you have daggers and a pistol. You pull the daggers out instead of the gun?" He looked at Ruby next, "And you decided to approach her with no weapon drawn at all." Being trained by mercenaries he never had the thought of taking a chance so big as walking up to someone with a weapon.