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[chosered]

[There's a huff, and a frustrated noise from someone who never seems to get frustrated at any other time.]

5, 405, 110 - these numbers don't mean anything.

All I wanted to do was see if I could find George's house and now I'm totally turned around.

[Zombies have yet to be noticed, because a one Kenny Potter is distracted]I've lived here all my

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[whitetwoguns]

What the fuck are you doing?

[whitetwoguns]

Goddammit, Kenny.

[As though he can help it really.]

Keep it together. You hear me?

[Think think think.]

Still on Pico?

[chosered]

[Kenneth, amazingly, does not sound overly distressed, just annoyed]

Yes, but I have to get to a freeway eventually, right? There are a lot of them.

[whitetwoguns]

Did you get there from the freeway?

[Yeah, well as good as that might be the old man is picturing Kenny ripe for the picking for drooling ugly fucks.]

[chosered]

I took surface streets. I've never seen these freeways before.

[whitetwoguns]

Okay.

[Makes sense as to why he'd be confused.]

I happen to be in this city too right now.

[chosered]

Are you closeby?

[whitetwoguns]

Without traffic, yes.

[chosered]

The only traffic out here are people trying to get away.

[Not much, in other words]

[whitetwoguns]

Hold on.

[chosered]

I'm not going to die here.

[Said remarkably...calmly]

[whitetwoguns]

Right you are.

[Not while Mr. White can help it.]

[chosered]

I think I see the way I got here.

[There's a rev of his engine and he's zooming, now]

[whitetwoguns]

[There's a police van that's burning rubber not far in the distance. Amazing how quickly a guy can navigate the City without traffic. Slices time by more than a half.]

Keep your head down. We'll cover you.

[With firepower. Larry spares a glance to Freddy. They are out of helping people. How well is this going to go.]

[orangetoughguy]

[It's gonna be okay, say the goddamn fucking words, Newendyke. Say it.]

It's all cool.

[Freddy says to Larry as he gets an assault rifle ready. Is that a motorcycle? He's not so sure that's going to fit in the back but it's possible, better than burning two fuel tanks. It does however mean they'll have to stop.]

Cut the engine. [He gestures this over to Kenny. Hopefully the kid understands his palm-across-throat-fist movement.]

[chosered]

[It takes Kenny a minute to realize exactly what's going on, and he cuts the engine, pulling over and looking around. Kenny obviously has absolutely no training in anything that requires survival skills.]

If we can't take the bike, I guess...

[Kenny, is, however, a fast on his feet thinker. He knows the bike might be a liability, and it pains him a bit, but he prefers life over the bike]

We can leave it.