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Reloading the gun with practiced ease, Martha’s fingers easily slipped over the steel machine, bullet shells dropping beside her feet. “We got seven heading from the east entrance!” Her voice was loud, alerting her teammates of the steadily approaching danger. If you could even call anything in this situation lucky, it would be lucky that they had managed to secure this two story building. Securing it was very messy work, saddening as well- shooting child-like entities was always something everyone struggled with, but they’d managed to take it over and make it their base. Martha was proud of her group, and she hoped that it could grow one day and they could move to a bigger area.
Norton huffed softly, gesturing to the newest member of the group to follow him. “C’mon, Subedar, show us you can pull your own weight.” Grabbing a pistol from a nearby table, the prospector started heading out of the building, expecting Naib to follow, as well as a few others.
“Coming.” Said man unhooked his Gurkha’s blade from his belt, following. He’d really rather not fight, but he supposed that that could be said for anyone in this situation. Who would actively want to be in the midst of an apocalypse? Still, this reminded him so much of the wars he’d faced in the past.. Sometimes he wondered if it would just be easier to kill himself, or throw himself into a horde of zombies. But he couldn’t. He promised him that he would stay alive. And he’s going to damn well keep that promise. So he marched out to the east entry, in a group of people he still hadn’t memorized the names of.