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South Side.

(( OOC: Okay quick question and I’m hoping John can answer this one...The Zombies were prone to fighting are the sluggish kind...correct? not the full run Dawn of the dead kind...Personally I think...it would be fun as hell having the dawn of the dead type zombies...there slow...untill you wave a piece of meat in front of them...))

Zuka clicked his head up as they came to a stop, he pulled out his new pistol from the back of his jeans, pulling the action back loading a shell in the chamber. “Saito I really don’t think it’s a good idea stoping…”

Justin sat up coping Zuka, looking off into the rear window. “Yea now where just sitting ducks…”

“Saito get you a** back in here… lets get the ******** out of here…” Zuka said looking off to the side seeing zombies stumble towards them.

Something slammed up against the side of the car. “********!” Zuka yelled. A ‘runner’ slammed into the side of the car and cracked the window and was now trying to break into the car. “s**t!” Zuka picked up his bat and angled it up like a ramrod and shoved it threw the broken glass into the ‘runner’s face causing it to fall to the ground. The lucky shove managed to send shards of glass through its cranium.
Justin was in back scanning making sure nothing would sneak up on them this time. “SAITO 12 o’ clock!”

Onyx watched the humans from the top of the roof of a dollar tree. The crosshairs shifted around his face as he watched them with anger. They changed Slate. Onyx didn't want to attack Slate once they got back to the city but it was just to try and get the urge to find out the humans nature out of his head. It didn't work.

Later last night Slate had ran into another human and tried to make friends with it. It shot him, again. Onyx had chased after the human and litterally ripped it to shreds on the street not far from where he was now. The zombies had probably ate the meat, leaving behind the huge pool of blood. Onyx had then returned to Slate and fixed his bullet wound.

~Flashback~
Onyx watched as Slate cringed in pain and tried not to let out a screech as the black figure dug it's sharp claws into the wound to pull out the bullet. From what Onyx had learned from the humans patching him up, removing the cause of the wound was a priority. Onyx let out a growl as he held the metal in front of Slate. They're not worth it. They only hurt us. Hurt you.
Slate let out a sigh and then a soft purr, the crosshairs shifted to the side with his line of sight. But their so interesting. I want to learn about them.
Onyx chucked the bullet aside and grabbed Slate's chin, the blood from his hand smearing on the paper white face, and forced him to look at him, growling. They only know survival and killing.
Slate let out a soft growl. That's all we know.
Onyx let out a angry growl, taking a tight hold of Slate's head and slammed it against the wall he was leaning up against hard enough to knock him out but soft enough to avoid kill him. Onyx stared at the head in his hand before letting it go, it falling gently to the side, Slate's uncontentious body leaning with it a bit. Onyx grabbed Slate and laid him on his back. You're wrong...I know more than that... Onyx knew he was wrong but his mind wouldn't face the fact. No, he was right. He felt other feelings. He needed to protect Slate. That's why he acted the way he did. That's why he had to kill the humans.
~/Flashback~

Onyx watched as the humans sped up toward the pack of zombies and glanced back at Slate who was laying where he had left him on the roof. Slate and Onyx could always find each other, Slate wouldn't be lost if he left a little. Onyx confirmed this in his head before he got ready to chase after the humans.

Rolling along at a good rate of speed the large armored vehicle made it’s way along the city streets which where all but completely blocked by the groups of zombies and the broken or abandoned cars. The semi would make short work of nearly anything in its path except for anything close to or above its own size and weight limit.

As the truck neared a four way a vehicle had been left there its doors open with dirtied blood staining the ground near one of the doors. As the vehicle blocked the intersection the truck would not slow in its pace as it drew closure. Then with a thundering crash, the truck struck the rear side of the abandoned car sending it spiraling off to the side as the heavy metal bumper sit onto the front of the truck had pushed it out of the way. Clearing a path for the truck to continue moving to its distnation.

The driver of the vehicle was heading along the streets which leads to the Wal*Mart as the chances of finding food and clothing would be higher there. However, the matter of getting there and getting in would be a completely new problem in its self.

((You know you could just keep on driving or react to the large armored car bashing into cars.))

“Uh…” Zuka had his fun bashing zombie’s shoulders and faces in on his side of the car with his bat.

“What the hell? Do you think they're zombies?” Justin asked quietly.

“Are you a complete ******** idiot Justin? If it was a zombie I don’t think it would be driving a ******** SEMI….” He yelled scornfully.
“….”

“Saito…Are we going to follow it?” he said watching the abandon car spin rapidly, crashing to a stop in to a stoplight post.
(( sorry I haven’t been on!!! X___X I went to AZ came back…had finals…then went on another trip…and had to baby-sit for a week…))

Saito gave a sigh "Hold on then..." as he neared the intersection he pulled the E-brake while turning the steering wheel to the side making it slide as he released the E brake and began to straiten the car out and drove down the street. "If that person would help us we could get enough supplies and ammo for a small army...." He slowed the car down seeing what she was doing, and the zombies moving away from the car.