Finding the military

[jawdog]

January 15, 1924
1300 hours
Portsmouth Industrial District
75 Degrees F, Cloudy, Storming

Gordan and the other two me sat in a fortified warehouse. There was low moaning coming from the distance. Gordan stood up in front of the men a spoke.

"Alright you two we need to find the were the rest of our forces and regroup with them. We may just be recruits but we will show them that we can survive this thing. Lets move!" Gordan said reading his pistol.

Gordan took down the barricades from the door and opened it. He proceeded to walk out side and checked it out. The ground was covered in rubble every where. Buildings half destroyed and bodies here and there. "Clear, Lets move!" Gordan said and waved his hands for the two to follow.

As the team headed down the road a runner came Bursting at them full speed. Gordan readied his pistol and fired a round. It was a miss. The zombie grabbed the man to the left of Gordan was trying to bite him. Gordan and the other wrestled the runner off of him and threw it to the ground. Gordan took out this machete and stabbed it in the forehead.

Gordan slowed his breath and helped the man up "That was a close one almost lost ya buddy, now lets keep moving." They kept moving down the road.

[Nathan Ellis]

GM

The steady crack of rifles and once-in-a-while boom of a shotgun floated through the air towards the small group. Gordon, being an ambitious recruit, was eager to show his worth and jumped at the chance to link up with other members of the military. The others weren't so eager, however the thought of being left alone in a city full of demons was a lot worse and followed Gordon's example. The fire fight wasn't even quite 7 blocks away. They could make it in good time if they double timed and watched each others backs.

[[OOC: you've moved to 'Clearing the Market']]

[jawdog]

((ooc: nice im sorry i just got preoccupied))