[First Post]. Liz Burke.

[Liz Burke]

Williams Square, it was always a nice street, Liz had always been fond of the fountain – the perfect central piece, she thought on numerous occasions. Every time she saw it, Liz always wanted a mini one, or one similar in her front garden. Three months on and the fountain was a wreck, or not a wreck as such, but it was spoiled with mindless graffiti.

3 months. Who would have thought it? Williamsburg in a disaster and a total shut down for three long months. How long would it last? Four months? Five? A year? Two? Who knew? No one actually knew anything. Everything had grinded to a halt, it was a location closure.

Alone and afraid of what could be around the corner, Liz walked with silent footsteps, keeping close enough to the buildings in case she needed to keep shelter, but far enough so she couldn’t be dragged into one. All she had to protect herself was a measly baseball bat that had sat pride of place on her mantle – her husband had bought it on EBay, it was supposed to have been owned by Babe Ruth, not that Liz took much notice that he was. She was pretty useless with firearms. She had taken a few shots at cans on her Grandparent’s ranch back in Texas, but never at a moving object, and never at people! If you could even call them people anymore.

Strapped to her back was her faithful black backpack. She tried not to fill it too much; she didn’t want to burry herself down with weight, especially if she needed to take a run from someone, or something. She had a few medical essentials, for her or whoever needed them, but she didn’t have much. Anything she’d use she’d have to throw out because she had no way of properly sterilizing them. A medical kit full of the essentials, syringes, Band-Aids, medical gauzes, alcohol (purely for sterilizing wounds and hands) and a pair of tweezers. Other than that she had nothing. She was a doctor not an army general – she healed the sick, sick children to be exact. What use was a child surgeon when faced with a hungry undead human?

Carefully, the paediatrician crept towards the intact car. She could try it, but that would mean risking alerting the ‘walkers’, as she called them to her location. That was something she didn’t really want to do, but the car would be handy. The doctor held the bat with a firm grip as she approached the door.

[Jack Malloy]

Leaning into the wall, his eyes intent on the female figure that was moving slowly down the street, his fingers curled around his handgun, Jack Malloy watched with great care, mentally judging windspeed and distance. It was holding a baseball bat, but a surprising number of the Infected had retained what they were holding onto in life - particularly in the early stages of infection.

However, there was a purposefulness to this one that made him hesitate. As it approached the car, his suspicions seemed to be confirmed. Breaking from the wall's cover, he started to run down the street, exclaiming without shouting.

"DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR!"

He only prayed that the woman could hear him, or at least didn't freak and try to open the door in panic. If the dumb broad opened the door and set off the car alarm, they'd have a whole lot more to worry about.

[Liz Burke]

"DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR!"

The bat swung, her body twisted, her heart begun to race! The holler had come from a human, but at that moment she hadn’t thought of that, she heard the command in the quiet street and she panicked. Running down the street was a human, or so she thought. Could the ‘walkers’ talk too? She knew they could run, she had seen it firsthand! But this was definitely a human. It was a man.

“Who are you?!” She exclaimed back, she was careful not to scream and shout, she really didn’t need to be surrounded by the zombies right now. In fact, that was the last thing she wanted. She could only swing the bat around so many times before she’d have her arm chewed off.

He had a gun. It meant two things. He was either using it to shoot the walkers, or he was going to shoot her. Liz held a baseball bat, it meant one thing – it was no match for the gun. Her green eyes focused in on him as he ran closer, what was wrong with trying the car?! It could have meant the ticket out of this place, surely it would be safer to cruise around in a car than walk around and risk getting attacked?

[Jack Malloy]

Raising the handgun above his head, instantly trying to pacify this clearly panicked woman, Malloy instinctively looked her over - checking for obvious bite marks, wondering what was in the backpack, noting the inexpert way she held the bat. No Babe Ruth.

"It's okay, I'm a survivor, just like you." It was a self-evident statement, but in tense situations sometimes stupid things have to be said, he'd learnt a long while ago. "Please, step away from the car - it's alarmed, almost certainly - most of the untouched cars are. It'll bring all hell down on us if you try to open it."

Soothing, consoling, he moved a little closer to her, dropping the gun below waist level. This molly-coddling was annoying the fuck out of him - he'd just been looking for some food, stupidly alone, and now this, another wetback survivor who didn't know jack about keeping themselves breathing. "What's your name?"

Like he gave a fuck.

[Liz Burke]

He wasn’t a threat, he was showing her that he ‘came in peace’ with the moving the gun into the air and off her. “Elizabeth.” She answered still slightly weary. “Burke.” She added with her surname. “Elizabeth Burke.” It was nerves. Nerves from the gun, from the running man and from the holler that she wasn’t to touch the car. But she saw his point, the car probably was alarmed.

Another survivor. Awesome. She had been wandering around alone since she had lost Ed and his two dogs. She thought she would have to wander forever on her own, constantly watching her own back so she wouldn’t become street lunch to the walkers. “Are you –“ A noise. A trash can rolled into the street. Liz’s eyes widened. “Oh no.” She muttered, her hands gripped the baseball bat. “I hope there’s more of you...” She muttered, looking worried towards the other survivor.

She hadn’t touched the car to set off the alarm, but something had attracted someone or something from the alley, it had knocked over the trash can.

[Jack Malloy]

Ah shit.

Jack Malloy voiced his opinions as such. If it was just one, then it would be fine - but there would be more. Ideally, he'd rather have questioned the woman a little, find out more about her before committing to taking her back to the Police Station - if she was useful, it would be a foregone conclusion, but if not....well, just lose her on the way back. It'd happened before - life was hard enough without useless hangers-on.

A quick look down at his ammo tallied up to 3 clips, and one in the Glock. 72 bullets. Maybe a dozen or so certain kills. I could be so lucky there'd be that few, particularly once I started shooting. Run. The handgun was quickly stuck in the shoulder holster, and he wrenched the machete from its sheath at his belt.

"Now, I hope you don't think this is too forward, but, run." Taking a firm grasp of her arm, Malloy started running down the street, ignoring completely the continued commotion behind him at the top of the street. To the Police Station, and fast, it was.

[Liz Burke]

Adrenaline begun to kick in as she was dragged from her spot and rushed into a running pace. Her arm begun to hurt, his clutch was tight, a definite eagerness in his actions. Liz didn’t want to look back, she didn’t want to see what was coming behind them. Some say looking at a clock, ‘clock-watching’ makes time drag, stops time completely. The same could be said for something running after you. Looking back and staring at the impeding danger makes it run fast, or psychologically it does!

The police station. Were they heading there? If there was a horde of things behind them could they get in and hold them off? Just two of them? Was this a suicide mission?! “I’m a doctor!” She shouted to him within breaths. She didn’t know why she said it, it was nerves. It was a blurt of information, she could have said anything, but her job was the first thing that came to mind.

The police station was nearing. Not far now. “Thank you.” She huffed as she tried to reserve her breath to keep up with the man.

[Jack Malloy]

As they pounded through the streets towards the Police Station, Malloy focused on little more than keeping up a good pace. The lone feral that was pursuing seemed to be in a more advanced state of decompisition, and was slowly but surely falling behind. And they'd not attracted any more, yet, so all was seemingly well.

Everything got a little better as well as the woman blurted out her profession. Inside, he shouted with joy - ever since that last useless scalpel-jockey had went and got himself addicted to his own morphine, then threw himself out a freaking window (the selfish asshole), the group had been in dire need of someone to tend their little cuts and scrapes.

"Save your breath, thank me when we're inside." As they stormed up the steps to the hulkingly barricaded doors, Jack stopped, letting go of the woman and letting her run on ahead. Spinning and kneeling with one fluid movement, he wrenched the Glock from it's shoulder holster. The first shot, cracking loudly in the sudden silence, pierced the head, but he adjusted his aim and kept fired twice more as it staggered, then fell. Always better to be safe than sorry.

Seeing the woman had stopped at the barricades, he stood, dusting off his knee where it had fallen in...something. "Don't just stand there looking at it, get the fuck inside. They're barricades, you want to be on the other side of them." A slight grin fixed itself on his face - it was always funny watching the new meat trying to get inside.

[Liz Burke]

For a moment Liz thought of her physical fitness. She knew that she needed to go to the gym more, but then again she didn’t know she’d be running for her life every day. But to her sheer happiness they had reached the police station. Another good thing, a quick glance behind where they had been running there was only one of them things coming after them, and it was slightly slower too!

The barricades. What was she supposed to do? Push them away and climb in for safety? So she did. She begun to push her way through the barricade, hopping over some things and squeezing pass others. Liz turned again to see what the man, who had just saved her, she wanted to see what he was doing. “Aren’t you coming?!” She exclaimed jerking her head in a motion for him to head into the station with her. “Come on, before more come!” That was enough for Doctor Burke; she reverted her eyes from the man and slowly coming zombie and focused on getting into the police station.

Slowly and carefully, Liz pushed open the police station door. It smelled of damp. Obviously the air filters had stopped working. “Hello?” She questioned into the empty looking police station.

[Jack Malloy]

He was impressed. The barricades were very difficult to traverse - that was the point. But he quickly lost this awe - it was probably more due to the inadequate re-barricading effort of those inside after the last big assualt on them than the woman's skill. Shrugging, he followed in her steps, until she stopped in the doorway.

Pushing her gently but firmly into the building, Malloy slammed the door shut behind them. "Welcome to the Afferton Drive Police Station, the 8th Precinct House. It's damp in places, cold in others, but its safe, and thats about all you should hope for." The 'down-home country charm' wasn't really Malloy's style, but this woman was a doctor, so he needed to woo her into staying.

Slapping her on the back, he grinned. "Make yourself at home. There's no place like it. Doctor."

((OOC: I reckon that about wraps it up? You can slap a reply on if you want, then I'll put it in the Archive. Welcome to my group ))

[Liz Burke]

Liz skipped forward into the station as she was pushed, not a girly school skip, but more of a shocked trip into darkness. She turned to face the man who had ‘saved’ her from the outside after she was patted on the back. “Thank you for –“ She smiled. She didn’t need to finish it, he knew why she was thinking him. She also knew that if she had said she was a factory worker or a bin collector he wouldn’t have brought her along. It seemed they needed each other – needed each other both to survive. She needed him for protection; he needed her for medical protection.

Liz ventured into the police station looking around. “No place like home, I’m sure.” Off came her backpack. “Now, let’s talk.”

The horrors she had seen today were edging in her mind, she wanted to forget what she had seen. A pregnant woman getting attacked by the zombies. Liz could have helped, but it would have slowed her down. This cop didn’t know what he was getting with this ‘innocent and helpless’ child surgeon.

((Yeah end it now, you don't need to reply to her it was just a closing thing. ))