"Well, their are some...things I'd like to know from him." Dave said. An echo of a woman's scream echoed through his head.
"Lot's to catch up on."
Dave made his way back to bed, laying down to rest till morning.

Garion groaned and sat up. Looking around he realized he wasn't still in the kitchen where he was seconds ago. "What the hell happened to me?" Garion muttered out loud.

"Well, we found you sleeping on the kitchen floor. Perhaps you had to big of a snack?"

Garion looked over at Dave. "I remember being in the Kitchen I was going to Turn off the light. Tehn I am here." Garion looked himself over. "Did you guys rip my shirt?"

"Well, no. And I don't think Samii's that into you. To be honest, you kind of look like Bruce Banner after having a fit. How you feel?"

"My arms are sore but that is about all." Garion got up out of bed and did a little stretching to out the kinks out of his arms.

"Hmm. Well, it's almost morning anyway, and I got plenty of sleep from my comma. Why don't we go out and see what you can do?"

"try tearing a car in half that would be cool" mark said getting to his feet. "but really what are we gonna do we got any leads on where your boss is Dave" mark asked stretching out his arms and legs.

"Sounds good to me." Garion looked at them "But first lets bring the stuff in and load up on ammo."

"gotcha" mark said as he went outside and took a crate of ammo off the truck he then brought it in and placed it on the ground in between the three of them. "okay who needs what, I call dibs on the shotgun shells" mark said excitedly opening the ammo crate and grabbing some shells for his shotgun.

Garion grabbed some 9mm ammo and went to the Truck and grabbed the paper work and the labtop from the back of the truck. After he brought it in he took it to the lab and put it on the table.

When Garion joined MArk and Dave he smiled. "Now for the Fun part, choosing the weapons."

"I call dibs on rocket launchers, broadswords, and assault riffles." Dave said, excitedly digging though the crate.

The Bear walked in the room,

"Oh indubitably my good man, what in the name of the queen has happened here?!"

[Seriously, I need a recap]

"Well, ol' chum, we're choosing our weapons to go take down the mean guy that started all this virus stuff. Care to join us?"

Garion smiled. "And where have you been my big and hairy friend?" he said lightly. Garion looked over at his as he grabbed a sword and 9mm pistols putting them in the 6 holsters he had and then grabbed a M16 Assault rifle.

Dave took out a few knives, hiding them in his boots. He then took a single pistol and holster for it. Finally, using some rope and belts, he made a make-shift holster for a large broadsword he found in the crate*.
"Well, I'm set. Everyone else good?"

"Well, is everyone good or not?"

"I am."

"yep I`m as fine as wine in the summertime..well wine that`s armed with several weapons and super strength that is" mark yelled making his way to the truck parked outside.

Garion followed and jumped in the back. Pulling the trap off a Gatling Gun. "Locked and loaded. Ready for Action Sir." Garion said with a huge grin on his face.

"Alright then. I'll take the wheel, Samii, you go help Garion on the back."
Dave made his way to the front wheel, while Samii joined Garion.
"Alright, do you guys want to stay here?" Dave asked the zombies.

"I think they can stay here" mark sighed getting in the passenger seat next to Dave. "oh and if you kill us by driving us into a tree or something I will be really mad at you" mark threatened Dave as he waited for him to drive.

"Yeah lets not die please." Garion was still grinning from ear to ear. "Lets go find some Zombies to kill."

"Oh, psh. I'm not gonna kill anyone." Dave said, putting the truck into gear. He hit on the gas, and a screech came from the engine.
"...hehe, sorry, had it on neutral." he apologetically said. He then put it into drive, and headed towards the city.
"Now when we get there, look for a tall sky-scraper like building with huge oak doors in the front."

Garion kept a eye out for zombies as they drove.

Dave drove the truck into the cities, and glancing in the rearview mirror he saw Garion with the serious look on his face.
"Oh, will you relax Garion. We're doing fine. We have a fricken turret! We won't be facing any trouble any time soo-"
Suddenly, a large part of a building fell right in front of the truck. Dave slammed on the breaks, luckely quick enough to only roughly tap the large block of cement.
"Jesus! What the hell?" Dave cursed.
Looking around, Dave spotted a large zombie on a crumbled building next to them. It waved at them in a friendly way.
"Hey Garion? I lied. Looks like King is back."

Garion turned the Turret to face him to open fire at his. All the gun did was click.

"Opps, that could be a problem. Hey Dave I think you better start driving, I don't have any ammo in this thing."

"Oh, now you check?!" Dave shouted, putting the truck into reverse. He spun around, taking another road. A scream was heard behind them, followed by loud thuds on the ground.
"Got any plans Garion?" Dave asked, dodging rubble.

"Yup you keep going and I hold him off. I will meet you at the house later tonight." Garion smiled at Dave.

"Keep...hold him...what are you going to get him with? A pistol! You said he was a super-soldier mutant! You're going to need a little more firepower!"

Garion smiled and reached down. "I grabbed this as well remember?" Garion picked up His M16 that he had grabbed out of the Crate.

"Well...if your sure." Dave said, worry in his voice. He slowed the truck enough for Garion to jump out.

King watched with interest as the truck slowed. "Hmm...perhaps dropping of a present for me?"
He jumped down from the building, casually making his way to the truck.

Garion jumped out of the trunk and smiled at King. "Hello there king, How have you been since I last saw you?" Garion asked lightly.

Dave began driving off, wishing Garion luck.

"Oh, doing alright, doing alright. I see you're being left alone...again. Not much of a team player, are you?" King said with a friendly grin, flexing his fingers. Claws began to slowly grow from them.