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[Bradley Harper]

Shoving the rear exit open from the derelict restaurant, Bradley was greeted by the warm sun. Inside lying in it's own blood was the zombie Bradley decked with his new found frying pan.

Jogging down the street, The private eye had a bag full of random sweet foods and in his right hand a frying pan that was his weapon of choice until he got back to his home.
There were survivors out here, there was about to be. It was a lot safer to travel in the day that was a lesson that Bradley learned the hard way.

Now though he had food and if he looked at somebody in the wrong way then he was in trouble especially if they took hold of the bag of goodies.
Cautiously rounding the corner and onto the street, Bradley quickened his pace. He was hoping there were no more zombies but the real threat was survivors, he never actually met a group since the incident but his imagination made these people into almost butchers with the sole intention of killing and eating anything to survive.

With this in mind his quickened walking pace turned into a jog, His apartment was close by if only he hadn't turned a second corner he would have made it within ten minutes.

[Cindy Croft]

Pressing her middle finger to her forehead, the Deputy Mayor of Williamsburg winced from the sting. She had been in a fight off with the secretary in the town hall – although she wasn’t the quiet little corkish girl she used to be; now the secretary had a nasty bite. Croft had a hefty struggle and went backwards over the undead secretary’s desk. Croft came from there the victor though, she had impaled her heel into the girl’s skull – which was now Croft’s makeshift weapon of choice – the left red Prada shoe.

Cindy Croft needed help, she could survive alone in her city for very long, she wasn’t the strongest of women, although she was a very good shot with a gun – but the chances of her finding a gun were slim. Her aim was almost perfect, although she had never shot at people before, let alone the undead. As a child she used to go hunting with her father, in her youth before the political career she was quite the outdoorsy woman. Now she only hunted with her nephew once a month – a sort of family get together.

With her red Prada show in her hand she made her way carefully up the street – keeping to the centre of the road not to be pulled into a side street by some former voter who was now dead. Politicians always pissed someone off, that came with the territory – she was just lucky she was liked by the majority of the people. But as always she couldn’t please everyone.

The Deputy Mayor squinted. There was someone at the end of the street. Cindy took off her rimless glasses and held them at her side. There was definitely someone there – but whether he or she was alive or ‘alive’ was yet to be discovered. Croft replaced her glasses and held her hand up to the sun, the waved her other hand in the air to signal to the other seemingly alive body.

[Bradley Harper]

Watching as a figure waved her hand in the air, Bradley narrowed his eyes. It wasn't a zombie which was a shame in the daylight since it was a lot easier to escape something that had already been dead once.
He wanted to turn around and take the longer way home but that could have turned out to be even deadlier instead he had just a sole figure infront of him.

Bradley didn't even consider this to be a trap, instead he walked towards the female his frying pan down by his side. He would just deck her if she tried anything and run towards the nearest safe haven which was a skip a block away. There he would stay until he lost whoever was infront of him and then head back home.

"Hello!" Came the private eyes voice as he inched closer with each footstep, his hearing becoming clouded with his own heartbeat. The figure was infact a female but that didn't mean she wasn't a threat.
"You ok?" Came his voice still unsure if he should just turn around and run back the way he came but still....was that zombie even dead?

[Cindy Croft]

What a turn out, she thought. Croft had been addressed with respect before this disaster. Her titles were Ma’am, Lady Chair, Deputy Mayoress – now she was knocked down to nothing, just a simple ‘you ok?’ What was the world coming to!? Cindy waved once more then dropped her arm back to her side. It suddenly occurred to her that holding her heeled shoe as a weapon didn’t make the best first impression, so Cindy slipped it back onto her foot.

“Hello!” She replied. Croft was just happy to see another living soul. She’d seen someone 4 days ago, but he didn’t stop to help her – obviously a democrat, she thought. “Yea I’m fine, just so thankful to finally see someone!” And the Mayor was generally thankful. That also occurred to her; now that the Mayor was dead it boosted her up to Mayor. Although it seemed a waste since the city was in ruin and chaos was erupting everywhere – almost made her want to throw her American Flag pin on the floor and stamp on it with her expensive heels.

Croft didn’t introduce herself, what was the point? Everyone in this city knew who she was. Cindy Croft, the Deputy Mayor. Although now that wasn’t quite accurate. Now she was Mayor – although it wasn’t something she was going to parade around. Cindy looked tired, worn and beaten - a rare image for the ever so glamorous politician.

[Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian]

Eddie skirted the side of an alleyway, he had only just avoided a group of four zombies, not the shamblers but the ones that can run, REALLY RUN. And now he was sneaking along the street, the two dogs trotting ahead, fur standing on end as they snuck their way forward along the quiet alleyway. Eddie’s shaking hand slipped behind his ear, drawing forth from the nicotine graveyard the remains of a ragged dog end.

Pulling a match from the recesses of a dark pocket, he quickly raised his boot and lit the match on the underside of his sole. The match flared and he quickly cupped his hands around it, pushing his face into the small cave of his hands and lighting the foul cigarette. He drew gratefully on the aged tobacco and blew a stream of smoke out, clouding his eyes for a moment until he began once more to walk, now out of the alleyway and into the main street.

Where he stopped dead.

The dogs were growling and facing to his left, up the street toward two people, standing close. Could have been shamblers, or anything else... He drew his gun which he had been lucky enough not to need very often, he had barely used any ammunition, preferring to leg it before it became an issue.

[Bradley Harper]

Bradley was still cautious when he edged closer towards the female, his hand now tightened around the handle of the frying pan. It didn't help that this weapon was close combat, if this person was a zombie then he would have to beat her to death something the private eye didn't fancy doing.

Crofts reply wasn't what the man wanted to hear. It was nice to see another survivor but the fact was where there was one there was another and Bradley seemed to have a fear about the survivors of the incident. A post apocalyptic thought filled his head with survivors turning to cannibalism and brawls breaking out between different factions. It was simply because of the movies that had been released over the past half a century that stirred up these vile images.

Now closing in on the female, Brad gave a polite smile to the female her face was recognizable but he didn't know where from.
"The names Brad, Can I help you at all?"

[Cindy Croft]

Cindy began to walk forward with a smile, it was the best smile she could do right now considering the city was in chaos and people were eating people – she didn’t know what they were, but they were fast, strong, and could chew through flesh like a hot knife through butter! “Thank God.”She replied. “Brad, you’re the first person to..” She didn’t finish, she didn’t know what to say, she was just happy to find someone else. “Thank God you’re here!” She ended.

The now Mayor once again rubbed the corner of her forehead. Blood. It was from the scuff with the secretary – the savage secretary who had tried to chew on her! But she met her untimely end from the pointy part of Croft’s heel. Croft didn’t have a tissue of anything and she didn’t want to worry about it right now, she was just happy to find another alive.

Croft tilted her head to the left of Brad, there was someone else, someone in the distance. “Erm, he with you?” She said pointing. One of the main things that worried her were the two sentinels at the figure’s side. Dogs. “I hope so...” She muttered looking slightly worried. “You skillet and my heel aren’t going to be much use against them dogs...” She gulped, “nor against that, um, gun.”

[Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian]

After his brief halt, it took only a few more moments before he made the decision to move again, although his movements were slow they were deliberate and every one of his proceeding steps drew him closer with a speed that didn’t seem possible for the apparent ambling gait he had. He closed the distance rapidly, noticing that both carried apparently mundane items as weapons. It made him hold back somewhat, keeping his distance in case either of them should rush toward him.

On his way over he had muttered to the dogs, a few commands, one happened to be pin, not him but them. It kept them growling and slinking low, and though they wouldn’t circle, they would appear imposing, threatening and every fur stood up as hackles. He held his gun up, raised and very slowly, very obviously flicked the safety up. He didn’t aim, but he had it pointed in their general direction, a quick shot would injure if not kill.

“Awrigh’ I ain’t gunna shoot if ya don’ do anyfin’ stupid.” He cracked a smile, the cigarette hanging limply out of the left side of his mouth, smoke streaming out of the other. He now examined the people before him, a young man, probably strong enough to take him down if he wasn’t a noble fighter. Eddie could fight well, nothing was offlimits, he would punch, grab, elbow and bite anything within reach, including the secluded area that men normally avoided. People who took him on hand to hand often would be left wondering if they could have children.

The other was a woman, a woman he recognised though not instantly, a few moments of staring at her face before he lowered his gun and muttered. “Well bugger me, ‘allow there Ms. Croft.” He grinned at the deputy mayor.

[Bradley Harper]

Bradley turned to face the dog handler, his eyes narrowing at the two beasts. He wouldn't last that long against them and he had no intention of testing out his new found weapon against the man, the two beasts and the female if she tried anything. Running also seemed out of the question with that nine millimeter beretta pointing in his general direction.

"I'm afraid he isn't." The private eye didn't like the idea of being outnumbered here. He was only looking for food and anything else he could get his hands on and now he was having a conversation with the newly appointed mayor and a male with two mutts.

"Hello there." He finally said saying to the new comer, his smile met with a scowl. It was best not to give the man with the gun any reason to open fire. It wasn't exactly hard to miss with a nine millimeter pistol at the distance Eddie was in, on the other hand if he did want to kill them he only needed his dogs to attack.

"Any ideas if theres anything else down there." Pointing behind Cindy, Brad wanted to get home as soon as he could and forget about the two people he had just met.

[Cindy Croft]

Cindy watched the man in the distance as he closed in. She was a little more concerned about the dogs than the gun – the gun would be a quick death if it happened, the dogs on the other hand, that could be ugly and painful. The newly appointed mayor leaned her body weight more to the left now, her legs were aching so much. Back in her day she had been a track champion, but at the ripe ol’ age of 45 all this exercise was taking its toll. But the unnecessary running from savage humans wasn’t her idea of fun exercise.

Cindy didn’t even glance behind when Brad asked his question, she just shook her head. She had just come from that direction and wasn’t safe, she had had to run in every direction to escape the undead school children from the elementary school on the square. “It’s best not-“ She was cut short when the man who was approaching addressed her by her name. At first she thought how he could know her, but it was obvious, she was on every other billboard through the city promoting reform and change for Williamsburg. And now she was the Mayor.

Cindy thought to herself that if he knew her and had lowered his gun then he couldn’t be all bad – or so she hoped. The Mayor gave a friendly albeit nervous smile as her greeting. The always pro active and politically argumentative woman was now suddenly quiet and lost for words.

[Eddie "The Mutt" Sillian]

“Well well well, I certainly didn’ expect to see someone like you wanderin’ on the streets. Thought they would ‘ave evacuated you lot.” He grinned and a cracked laugh broke out of his chapped lips. He turned his eye to the man standing beside the new mayor and examined him with a mixture of dislike and distrust. He concealed it well as curiosity, it didn’t pay to make people dislike you by judging them but he certainly was hesitant to hide his gun entirely.

He returned his eyes to the new mayor and grinned again, spare hand moving to his mouth to hold his cigarette, sending a strong stream of smoke pouring out of his mouth. Tapping the column of ash onto the street he simultaneously made a gesture to the dogs, along with a word more like a growl than any human syllable. The dogs shifted position, from threatening guard dogs to watching beasts. They were still watching, waiting for any threatening move from the other two humans but no longer being outwardly provoking. They trusted Eddie, their strange alpha.

“You oughta be more careful, there’s a lot of ‘em loose round ‘ere and they ain’ all old ones. Been a lot of people raidin’ round ‘ere and a lot of ‘em die, and get up again afterward, if ya get ma drift.”