The major apocalyptic outbreak of the world has pressed on for the last few years, ultimately resulting in thousands dead, but surprisingly trailing by the hundreds rest the survivors, who in any case have fallen to the realization that the end of the world must be fought and conquered to replace reality. For some it's war, others opportunity, but the the common goal lay upon many; survival. What side will you hold onto; a hero savior or total domination... you decide...

This RP is pretty much open to you, where as you decide how you want to go about things, where you want to go, what you want to do, and the like, basically chances are if you can think it then it's possible depending on if you have what is required... just a rundown for things that could help in your actions if you hold to the letter, but keep in mind you don't have to hold YOUR character to these lines...

You got general classes lets say, they lead as follows:

Survivors: The bare end of the ideal... well survivor. You can band up and do as you like or take on your missions as a lone wolf, personality is key in your survival. Militant units can request to use you which would up your status. You find it you use it (lets keep it at least a little practical right... I doubt your going to find a 50. caliber sniper rifle or an RPG in a gas station). NOTE: Those who gather more powerful items all the time and such things as weapons are more likely to be attacked by bosses and trigger unfavorable events.

Umbrella Corporation soldiers: The grind of an ideal soldier, tough, resiliant, and generally loyal to the mission at hand. Do well and rise through promotion to lead a squad, or if you prefer to play the grunt private and take orders, do so. Feel like going rouge, have at it but I wouldn't expect to see it go without notice. Intensive training and skills may help lead to better outcomes during events and battles. Generally told to kill on sight, the new extermination order presents them with the option to cut down civilians or rescue them. ( The choice is still yours ).

Zombies: Honestly, who dosen't like being a zombie at some time or another, right. Death is not the end, you can choose to rise with the undead or start anew. No weapons, no items, no problem, outstanding and deserving posts may allow for the evolution of something bigger and better. Zombification is not a permanent result from the infection, a full frontal cure has been developed, but must be administered by a scientific professional for a full permanent effect or else it's effects wear off by the end of a week.

Animals/zombie animals: Ever wondered what it would be like to be an animal during the worlds end... well now you can decide, choose survivor for your own slice of life or zombification and get those survivors. NOTE: Animals receive special as well as regular events.

Emergency feild: This follows those in the feilds associated with scientist, firefighter, cop, medic, engineer, and technicians. Depending on the event your outcome may come out better following your class or the party you are associated with. Remember, groups of survivors can be a good thing.

The Resistance: Those survivors who are fed up with it all; Umbrella, zombies, and all the other weird stuff. Most of them but not all, will shoot an Umbrella employee on sight, but they usually get good equipment often, they are loyal to their leader and accept any mission presented by him.

You may be wondering what I mean by these events, well it works like this: to keep things interesting you may be presented with random events and occurences with bosses or missions. Events: Any type of event that can happen, it may be good or bad. Bosses: Never know when this might happen so watch where you go and what you do. Missions: Yeild rewards often, allows for the access of events as well good or bad.

All of these may be changed in the edition of the way you RP, if you find good items and things alot then you'll be more prone to finding unfavorable events. Moderation peoples.

The man in the trenchcoat will allow you to trade items or weapons, reasonably of course. You can request to see him by leaving a note somewhere and he'll get with you sometime.

Barricades and shelters are possible to create and use but watch full scale events, in other words be prepared. Vehicles are possible to use, but events may allow them to break down, engineers come in handy.

Any further questions, please pm them to me or Makoda... it's a co-op setup.

Character sheets are a nice thing to have as well...
Like this...

Name:__________________
Age:_________________
Class:_________________
*Bio:______________________
Description:__________________
*Speciality:__________________
Starting weapon: Make request via pm or be practical

Simple and to the point you know, bios aren't neccesary but they do leave way for knowledge of a character.

So Have fun and make it your own...
Adjustments may arise but shall not interfere with actual RPing.

THERE ARE ONLY 8 SPOTS LEFT THERE ARE 2 (Each having to characters so it wont be too slow) GM'S! MAKING IT 10!

Name:Chester "Chez" Rhodin
Age:19
Class:Survivor
*Bio:A simple man from a simple Scottish town, after his family moved to America he took to a junk yard out of boredom finding he was good with his hands and set about becoming a mechanic working for his friends repairing bikes and the like.
Description:Small, wiry build with a shock of strawberry blonde hair, wears a dark blue jumpsuit and bandanna from his former job.
*Speciality:Scavenging wreckages
Starting weapon: A tire iron.
Secret word: Zombs

Name:Falox gall

Age:19

Class: Ex-Umbrella Corporation Soldier

Bio: Was a U.C.S. until he realized the full plan and ideal world created by Umbrella, now fights to save the world from an apocalypse.

Description:Wearing a black assault uniform making him look like a fast genetically enhanced super human but which he is not. He also has the Umbrella corporation sign on his back...

*Specialty:Hand to hand combat

Starting weapon:2 combat Knifes

I'm the second GM in case anyone is wondering...

Name:Mako
Age:19
Class:Survivor
Bio: Lives as a scavenger, but is an overall nice guy. Loyal and friendly, the one you can usually count on when the rest leave a man behind.
Description: Usually wears a black hoody with black jeans (subject to change). Has thick long blonde hair, stands at 5'11" and can be easily picked up from his stature, which holds a slender yet weak form. Has shoulder blade holster for holding knives. Caucasion male.
Specialty: Herbal medicines
Starting weapon: Scout knife and a 9mm. handgun

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The rain pattered on the ply board that lay over head on top of the little tin cans. It soaked the alley that was beginning to grow dark, the only form of light coming from the ever fading sun. Mako sat under the little make-shift shelter staring out at the rain, in his usual attire. He smiled, he had quite an active imagination and images could be produced in his head to play like movies. They were helpful in keeping his good mood. He sat up against the concrete wall of the building and watched and listened to the rain with a smile still upon his face.

The rain was getting on his coat he did not like it one bit "Awww god damn it"! He was walking to a meeting spot that a civilian wanted to meet him, did not know the guys name but hey if he made a move he would slice his neck open without a thought. He finally turned to face the alleyway.

-Alright guys its bed time-

Name: Ryan Gibbs

Age: 23

Class: Umbrella Corporation Soldier

Bio: A former New York City Police officer, Ryan assisted in the evacuation of lower Manhattan after several outbreaks were reported earlier in the year. He was evacuated along with thousands of citizens, only to be brought to an Umbrella Corporation training facility. Here, he was recruited to become an Umbrella Corporation Soldier, more commonly referred to as a Mercenary. While he is still considered a rookie in the eyes of his superiors, he is more than capable of handling stressful and often challenging situations.

Description: Average Build with black uniform and a bulletproof, tactical vest. Wears a standard issue duty belt and always carries a backup pistol on him.
Speciality: Unknown
Starting weapon: Assault Rifle w/ grenade launcher, Sig Sauer P226 w/ tactical light (Sidearm), Glock 30 (Back-Up)
Secret word: Zombs

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It had been raining nonstop for several hours....four to be exact....according to Ryan's watch. He had been stuck in this little hell hole for quite some time. The rest of the soldiers had left after their superiors disappeared....some zombie outbreak or something like that, he thought to himself. Ryan didn't believe that there were actually such things as zombies. You could call him an idiot or a skeptic but he didn't believe that zombies were the cause of all the terror. He had seen the so-called infected and they only appeared to have a mild case of the flu, but what did he know, he wasn't a medic. Seeing shadows creep along the walls of a nearby alley, Ryan turned on his emergency lights and drove towards the alley. The lights and sirens were a perk that came with the job of Umbrella Corporation Soldier. The Corporation paid for his new car, weapons, education, and everything else he wanted so he didn't bother questioning the companies motives behind anything, after all, he was paid to follow commands not ask questions.

As he looked down the alley, he saw the silhouette of a man...a little bit younger than him...possibly a college kid. Turning on the P.A. he tried to get the man's attention. "Excuse me sir! You're not supposed to be here! This area's been closed down to the public!" Getting no response from the man, Ryan increased the volume of the speakers and spoke again. " Get Moving Buddy! I don't have all day!! Show yourself or I will shoot to kill!!" he said as he reached for his Sig.

Falox turned around "Oh.....hey.....yea you best not shoot me i might be a superior to you....." Falox walked up to him "Here is my badge as i call it"... Falox showed his umbrella corporation badge........"So yea.....My names Falox Gall....May i ask what is yours"?

-He has a problem sometimes when talking when he wants to fight someone or something....-

-Also im going to discuss with everyone in the RP when we have more people, what will be our second enemy we fight considering that it will be zombies duh.....-

"Thank fuck, the door's barricaded that should hold them for a while" Chez muttered. As he put the tire iron down on the counter he left standing, he heard a scrapping noise, which made him lift the iron back up swiftly. As he approached the source he saw a rat sitting at the window, obviously scared by his entry to the room, "shit" he grumbled. The rat moved up to him and rubbed against him like a pet, so he picked it up and seen it wasn't infected since it hadn't tried to bite him.
He turned to look out the window and seen two guys standing in black uniforms talking. Chez quickly ducked down with his new friend so they didn't see him and deem him a threat, after all he didn't have a chance without a gun at least...

-Ughhh im going to have a second character since Mayo and Mako are barely on-

-And yes those weapons are good-^_^

Name:Walker Minik
Age:25
class:Survivor (Later to be turned)
Bio:Upon working in the Spec. Ops..... He was forced to be put out after killing civilians because he thought they all had guns and he is now living at home even after the zombie infestation he shot his wife and children because they were zombies he is quite on the insane side when he does not take his pills.
Description:He has on a office coat from his wife with nothing underneath and he is wearing black jeans with dress shoes.
specialty:Hacking into systems
Starting weapon: Desert Eagle and a M11....

Name: Erica Reeds

Age: 19

Class: Survivor

*Bio: Erica was born into a loving & caring family. Her mother, Michelle Reeds, was a stay-at-home mom. Her father, Patrick Reeds, was a lawyer, one of the best. He earned enough money for Erica to get more than just by. By the age of 14, Erica became interested in horror movies. Her collection is outstanding, from black & white horrors to movies that are hitting the big screen, Erica has them all. Erica graduated at the age of 18, she quickly got a part time job in an office. Erica is quite clumsy & usually falls or drops things.

Description: Her eyes are a violet-grey color. Erica is about 5'6 & thin. She has little muscle & counts on her speed & agility to keep her fit. Her hair is dirty blonde & usually straight. She's wearing a white tank top with a white zip up hoodie over it. She's also wearing small denim shorts up to her thighs. She's wearing white converse with black laces.

*Specialty: Unknown.

Starting weapon: Would a baseball bat be okay? ^_^

Secret word: Zombs

-Intro coming later- ^_^

Walker sat up from his couch. He was getting sick of this Damn house, He wanted out it was starting to stink of rotting flesh and the stench was unimaginably horrible. He grabbed his guns and some clothes and 10 vials of his medicine and put them in his back-pack. "Damn i need to get out of here"!.....He opened the door to his house. He ran around searching for people he saw the nearby junkyard...."Hey wait doesn't that one guy work there"...... He ran to the that place to see if he was still there.....they were good friends for a while still are....."Shit i hope he's still alive"......He walked into the junkyard seeing men in white coats.....Then he saw their guns.......He his behind a car...."Shit".....

A cracking noise brought Chez out of his trance, his new friend Raz (the rat) was squeaking like mad at that door. As he stood up and went to the door he was greeted by the cold eyes of one of those...things staring through the crack it had made, Raz ran back to Chez and he picked him up and put him into his pocket so he wouldn't forget him. He then faced back against that face in the door and raised his iron with an evil grin rammed the pointed end into its face, it went down with quite a thud as he drew back the iron.

"Time to move again...fuck," he said as he felt Raz moving in his pocket, "I wonder if Walker's still alive he was always with a gun, he should be...hopefully."

And with that he moved the drawers and opened the door and began to run back to his junkyard, just in case there was anything better there, or anyone that was alive at all. Raz's squeak assured him he might make it, a slight smile spread across his face as he hauled ass through the streets.

As Walker stared around and noticed that know one was there anymore....Even the whitecoats.....He looked around and started to walk out and something jumped out at him "SHIT"!!!!!! He looked up with his eyes closed "Hey watch where the hell your going"..... He opened them it was missing its arm and a fraction of its head...."OH fuck....."...... He reached into his pack and pulled out his desert eagle.....*BLAM* The gunshot echoed through the streets the bullet went right into its head sending blood and brain matter everywhere....

As the echoes of a gunshot thundered through the street Chez ducked into a door way just in case it was closer than he though and the next shot was aimed for him, as his panicked breath ripped from his body, he sighed when he heard nothing other than the buzz of the lights all around him. The junk yard was up ahead but after looking around his door way any idea he had of just heading in was cut short when he seen a few bodies staggering around in the way of the entrance.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he exclaimed to himself, he didn't have much chance against 5 or 6 of them with only a tire iron, but he had no other choice, there would be more back in the city. As he looked up he seen a water tower that had fallen over and would allow him over the fence straight to his garage more or less, it was just through the door he sat in front of and upstairs, what he didn't think of was who was behind the door already.

Hearing talk and a gunshot that went ignored, he rose and walked to the end of the alley casually. He seen two guys talking just ahead of him... Umbrella soldiers by the looks of their uniforms, didn't matter, his friendly personality pressed him to speak with anybody. Pulling his hood up he walked toward them and waved,"Nice to see some more actual people." The moans of the undead were a little louder than the night before, but you get used to it.

"Unlocked, humph, typical for now-a-days." grunted Chez as he pressed against the door. As his eyes accustomed to the darkness within the house he heard shuffling outside so slammed and locked the door to at least slow the things down, he refused to call them zombies because some of them still had some kind of intelligence, every zombie movie he seen they were dumb as shit and couldn't work anything, he'd seen them do things, that he did...and it scared him. As he passed one of the rooms he heard something, like a movement but so much more quiet, as Chez stepped back to the room and pushed the door open with the iron in his hand he saw a form at the window looking out. When she heard the door open her head snapped round to face Chez, and her face was all but gone, only her eyes and teeth could be identified, everything else was a mass of bloody pulp.

As she shrieked and ran at Chez he raised the iron to swing it at the pulp facing him, after feeling the swing connect and the body falling he slammed the door and ran for the stairs as other doors creaked open and similar things staggered out behind him. Once he hit the roof he ran and launched himself onto the tower and over onto his garage roof upon looking back he seen something that seemed different to the rest, it was haunched on all fours and appeared human but like an animal...it turned and disappeared without a noise along with the things that he ran away from...he collapsed into a sleep of terror on the roof hoping nothing could get to him in his sleep.

Walker kept walking around after that damn thing jumped out at him it seems he needed to take another vial of medicine the thrill of killing something has caused it to drain out....He grabbed a vial of his medicine and chugged it violently.He was going to go to chez's house....he might be there.....
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"Oh hello what may i ask is your name man"? He looked at the hooded man....."please tell me so we dont have to make this hard......"But the most well mannered thing to do is tell you my name...its Falox gall" He stared at him waiting for an answer...

"Chester...it's time to get up Chester."
"The hell, your...your meant to be dead...I seen you die!"
"I am dead, you just don't want me to be..."
Chez jerked himself back into life and startled Raz who was sitting by his side. Panting now Chez looked up at the tower and all around him for signs of life, or undead but seen nothing but Raz looking up at him curiously.
"It's OK Raz, just a bad dream." muttered Chez.

Raz squeaked expectantly and walked towards an broken skylight that led into his office. Chez looked down and seen nothing but his empty office that had a bit of rain damage because of the heavy rain before, but nothing out of the ordinary in there.
He dropped onto the desk with Raz in his hand before going to the floor and checking the desk for the Beretta that he had bought before all of this kicked off, there was only 2 mags for it, hopefully it would keep him safe from a distance rather than just his iron that he carried. He looked at the picture he kept on the wall and sighed as he wished she hadn't died...especially by his hands.

Walker's story

He kept walking and finally saw Chez's house...."Oh god"......There were about 10 zombies around his house....."Fuck how am i going to do this"......He pulled out his M11 and his desert eagle, He had a plan....He walked up to the first zombie and shot it with the desert eagle.....then he shot three which were in a group he heard the meat being broken apart with the t11.....He slid behind a bush....and stayed there.....

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"Sorry about that....I'm Ryan. I'm a soldier for the Umbrella Corporation. I was sorta surprised to see another survivor, there aren't that many of us so it's rare that I see an actually intelligent being that doesn't moan and go for my head..." Ryan said. Hearing a rustle in the shadows, he pulled out his Sig and turned on his light. There was only a garbage can which looks relatively undisturbed. "Hmm....odd, I swear I heard something." he mumbled to himself, as he turned around to Falox. "Well, what are you doing around here anyways, it's almost getting dark, shouldn't you be finding shelter for the night?" he asked.

As the shards of glass tinkled out of the frame, Chez turned to the door and pushed it open feeling defeated by his own thoughts. As he stared at the ground he noticed the blood trail leading to the side of the car on the rack. He levelled the Beretta as he walked forward towards the car expecting the worst from the end of the trail, he wasn't surprised when he seen a body that had been ripped to shreds from the undead that roamed these places, what did surprise him was the badge on the suit the corpse wore, it had the badge of that new company that had set up here not long ago...Umbrella...what the hell was he doing here then ?

They never had anything to do with his junk yard unless they had been trying to find one to take back to check what was happening. Raz was squeaking frantically in his pouch on Chez's belt and refused to come out when Chez opened it up. It was then all hell broke loose, they had found him, just the stupid zombie ones, not the ones that chased him before, it was the 6 from the night before, the gun made it easier.
*Bang* *Crack* repeated with each attack, one shot one hit with the iron, 3 bullets, 3 swings 6 undead, killed. The effort left him tired as the attacks took quite a bit of power to kill them. As he regained his breath, Raz quietened down when they stopped twitching. Chez started laughing when he worked out that he had his own little detector in a pouch with him. It broke the tension and helped him refocus on his next move, the mall, he needed food, downside? They're would be a lot of the fuckers there, but then again there might be survivors, it was worth the risk, sort of.

Falox's story

"Yea about that...."He looked at him...."Mind if me and this guy get a ride"? He stared at the man he seemed like one of the more friendly umbrella members.....this guy probably does not even know their real purpose yet....but....that is for a later time...."Well"?
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Walker's story

After shooting the undead near Chez's house he decided to go and knock on his door *THUNK* *THUNK* *THUNK* "Is anyone here"!!!! He yelled......

"Uh... my names Makoda, but most people just call me Mako" he spoke with a friendly smile. All the ill sounds of the night made it difficult to stay at an eased state of being but he managed. He looked to the man with the gun," do you guys need like a place to... stay... or something." A slight breeze drifted through the air, it was a good feeling of a hopeful wind that one day things might change.

"Shit, work, work, work, c'mon!" finally the engine kicked into life and he sat with it idling while he got ready for the travel to the mall, he picked up his lucky bandanna that he had been given by one of his friends, he tied it round his neck just to feel the comfort and reassurance of it. "I hope that son of a bitch is still alive...he owes me money still..." muttered Chez to no-one in particular. Raz squeaked from the passenger seat and Chez gave him a bit of bread he found in the office. Raz squeaked intently as Chez smirked and gunned the engine before driving off and start the haul through the side streets to avoid the worst of the infections. "Here's hoping I'm right about this" he thought as he drove by a pack of infected mutts ravaging a corpse at the side of the road.

Name: Jim "Lucky" DeHerrera

Age: 25

Class: UCS - UBCS

Bio: He was always consitered to be a chicken-shit by his commanding officers. Hell, he doesn't even like his job his father signed him up because he was always a coward. His inctincts almost always got his squad out of trouble that they could've been in. Then the world went to hell and he was recruited into the UBCS because of his outstanding record of getting his squad through a mission safely, earning his name "Lucky". But ever since then bad shit has happened to him (irony!), if his squad would've listened to him about that cluster of zombies they would still be alive.

Description: Standard UBCS cobat armor, tan, about 5'8", short black hair, brown eyes

Specialty: Retrating, "Run n Gun"

Weapons: Beretta 92FS, two clips, a crowbar

On second thought, I'll use the events in pay to my adavntage.

Walker's story

He heard no answer but then he heard an engine rev up.....He saw Chez....He started to run towards the now moving car..."HEY, WAIT UP"!!!!He screamed at the top of his lungs....."He saw a couple of the infected dogs....they turned toward him growling....."Fuck".....He started to run faster to the car "Shit....HELP"!!!!

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Falox's story

"Ummmm....yea...." He stared at the man by the name Makoda....."Yea...maybe if this guy can give us a ride......So will you"? He stared at the other man by the name of Ryan.."Well Ryan its up to you"

He pointed a thumb over his shoulder," Ya, I got a place over here in the slums... it's not much, but it's safe" he let out a reassuring smile. He looked between the two of them and seen that the zombies had finally found they're location. They were in the alley across the street, nevertheless, Mako worried not.

"The fuck! Walker!" Chez pulled the steering wheel left and hammered the brakes as he caught the sight of the dogs dashing towards Walker, the car slammed into a nearby wall and hurled Raz against the door of the car, he wrenched the door open and burst out of the car towards the running figures, as Walker pulled closer he took a shot at one of the dogs and clipped its leg sending it barrelling over and hitting one of the other dogs numbering the active dogs to one chasing Walker.
"Move your ass Walker! I can't hit it behind you!" yelled Chez

Out of the corner of his eye, he seen more bodies pouring out of the alleyways nearby, some shuffling, some starting to run, all with a dead look in their eyes.

"we're fucked here now" he muttered as Walker and the dog pulled closer to him. His knuckles tightened around the tire iron as he prepared to face the fight coming in fast.

Falox's story

"Alright lets go"

-That was short hahaha-

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Walker's story

Walker pulled out his Desert Eagle, The dog lunged for him Walker turned around and shot it in the chest twice....."Lets go" He said with a cold look in his eyes.....He then pulled out a vial of medicine and drank it all....He saw all the dead people around him it was starting to smell.....

"Well i'm gonna walk, might find others... but... you can come if you like" He turned and walked down the alley, the rain slightly letting up.

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FOR: ALL
EVENT: A helicopter comes roaring through the city sky, announcing to any survivors to come to the center of the city where theres a large computer company building. They say they have set up a checkpoint and can insure safety. (Your choice: go or no)

-Only Falox's story till Mr.Toaster gets back-^_^

Falox stared at him "Alright"He said....He walked with him the zombies still shuffling towards them "I guess that one guy did not want to come"? He kept walking in his uniform it was pretty bulky and heavy but it was worth it he would usually take off the heavy weight if he had to fight with knives the equipment would only slow him down.

Jim was running through a restraunt building trying to get out and clear the undead that were in here. He ran through the kitchen and loosned up a gas line and clubbed one of the zombies in the face with a crowbar that he found in the lobby.

As the monster fell to the ground, it grabbed his boot and was inching it's way towards him. He brought his free boot up and brought it down on the front of it's face, breaking it's forehead. After it didn't die, he brought his foot down on it a couple more times. It let go and he clubbed another in the face and quickly ran as fast as his armour would let him to the back door. He ran into the brick wall of the other building and unhooked the only grenade from his belt and threw it into the building.

He ran further into the alley, ttrying to escape.

A helicopter flew overhead but was also ignored, he stopped for a second and turned toward Falox."You wanna go, or the safehouse is over there" he pointed down the ripped up and debris cluttered street."It's up to you" a stray cat ran off toward the safehouse, and turned onto another alley, moments later a loud screeching sound came from the alley," Woah... zombies." He shuddered.

"We should take refuge first we can take the zombies, You know its right there and it could be a trap they might kill the survivors though".....He starts to walk toward the area where they were going.

He then saw a silhouette of a man "Hey"!!!He yelled to him....

Steps back into the lead and points toward a little scuffy looking house with boards and tables in the windows, nice looking for a post apocalyptic safehouse. It even had a chainlink fence around it and on another positive this place had lights, it was the only building on the street with them aparently. A fairly decent looking two-story house. Not bad."Don't touch that fence" on behalf of his warning and the fault of his own stupidty, he reached for the handle and opened it, a high-voltage shock coursed through his body, but he quickly got back up and went in gesturing for Falox to follow. The sound of a generator running came from inside.

He walked in the building, that had it's windows yet not it's door barricaded. The rumble of the generator ceased and Mako jogged back out to the fence door, shut it then ran back in to turn it back on. He sat on a couch in the corner. He heared shouting from outside. Falox. He ran outside and seen that he was yelling to man comeing through an alley way,"Hey guy... over here" he shouted waveing his arms.