Thread: there are more d e a d than alive. [ stefy && novi ]

What a friendly bunch of people. They would make for a nice bait if they proved to be not-so-nice. Yes... the next city is Vegas and quite the trap o'death. he said with a shrug of his shoulders. In the name of science, and the severity of his mission being completed it didn't matter how dangerous Vegas would be. He had to get there, and survive there. For if he died all his research would be lost and the world damned. Perhaps he was giving himself too much credit. Then again since he prided himself in his gift of memory and tended not to write much of anything down perhaps saying mankind depended on him wasn't too conceited after all. There was an underground facility in Vegas that would serve as some nice protection as well as a good base for where he would conduct his experiments. But... I have knowledge of a place where we can hold out. That is, if you all survive the trip to this safe haven I speak of. his voice still remained that of a joking manner as he talked, bright emerald eyes gleamed with a seriousness that contradicted the tone of his voice. Nathaniel took his gun and turned the safety on before slipping it into the back his black slacks for safe keeping until he got to the car. The mild zombie invasion seemed to be over for now and he figured he didn't need the damn thing. Besides, the sharpshooter of the pack would protect them better than he. This place will be hell so I am going to say this now. with a deep breath he brushed back stray honey brown highlights looking over his newly found troupe. Whatever you did to survive this so far won't get you through in Vegas. You need to double...no, triple your efforts on being safe there. Whatever you see, hear, or even smell that's weird I want to know. There isn't a detail I want to go unnoticed. It was probably clear to them now that Nathaniel didn't survive as long as he had by just pure luck. He was a man of detail. No matter where he went he would meticulously break down his surroundings until their was nothing else unnoticed by him. Today however, things were a little thrown off thanks to nature. Now let's go... I'd like to be in Vegas by morning. Not that the infected care for whether it is day or night... It is just imperative that we get an early start, the days seemed to have gotten shorter. His final words might have seemed a little off to the others but, if they were working as vigorously as he was, they would notice that when you were constantly busy time seemed to just fly. He wanted to drop a comment about the woman's clothing but decided against it. He was certain she knew how one got infected, and would be wasting his breath. Turning away from the group of people, he peered outside of the barn. The infected family were still lying there. Of course...where else would they be? He just couldn't help but mentally state much. It was his brain's way of recuperating from its trauma. Slowly he began to leave the barn making his way over to the little girl. He crouched down by her head watching as the blood trickled through her cracked skull and onto the soil below. He sighed as he placed the case down onto the ground. Opening it he removed a pair of tweasers. She seemed to be the fastest and most determined to eat him alive. He wondered if there was a chemical present in younger candidates that made them more dangerous than that of the elder ones. He pulled free a piece of her brain and slipped it into a small plastic bag. It was then that he swabbed some blood with rather large cotton swab. He then placed that into a plastic bag as well. Closing the case he stood to his feet. Before taking another step he looked around, and then continued on his way toward the white van, assuming the others were following him.