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[Downtown, backed against a store front surrounded by zombies are two figures. One is Silence, holding his arm where he was bitten, blue blood trickling from between his fingers. The other is Crowe, who looks panicked and frightened, doing his best to shoot down the horde surrounding them. He won't be able to do it forever, he'll run out of bullets eventually. Before that happens, Crowe grabs Silence by the other arm, kicks the zombie in front of him down the an impressive force, and makes a break for it, down an alley, where Crowe will keep an eye out. he looks totally defeated.]
S-Silence, I... I'm so sorry.
Stalking through the streets now is Crowe, leading along an injured Silence by the hand. Crowe is holding out a pistol, and looks frightened, tired and panicky. Silence, most notably, is missing an arm. Crowe will stop to shoot any of the zombies that come their way in the head without hesitation, but his aim isn't the greatest right now. Crowe's trying to get him to the hospital or church, whatever he can get to first. Any other zombie fighters out there care to help? Any zombies looking for another snack?
[[OOC - replies will come from both Crowe and Silence in this post!]]