[You can RP with either Tess or Sam, or both, they just aren’t together. I think I’d like to bring Charlie in later]
Tess stirred for a moment before waking up, jumping and smacking her head on the table she had been sleeping under. She gasped in pain, putting a hand on her hand and making a noise of frustration. She flipped onto her knees, glancing around the restaurant as she put her arms through her backpack straps. The morning sun lit the small diner dimly, a soft glow just enough to get back on the move. She pulled herself out into the diner quietly, taking the safety off her M16 and slipping out of the restaurant, carefully as to not ring the bell above the door. She began to sprint silently, her tall black boots almost noiseless as she ran down the street, her senses on high. Hearing a noise, she ducked down behind a car, aiming her M16 in the direction of the noise. She spotted it, moving towards her, a hundred yards away grunting and flailing its arms as it ran. She swallowed in disgust and raised the gun, pulling the trigger but nothing happened. She cursed “Damn!” she tried again “F.uck I should have learned how to use this thing.” She scorned herself, turning perpendicular to the direction of the zombie and sprinting away.
Sam walked along the roofs, staying towards the backs to avoid any walkers seeing him. He held his pistol in his right hand, equipped with only that and a backpack on his back. He hopped from roof to roof, the spaces never more than a few feet, seeing as it was a shopping area and all the stores were close together. He approached a gap too big to step over- it was probably around seven feet wide. He backed up a few steps, then ran and jumped, landing on the other building firmly and at the last second losing his balance. He fell forward, his hands going out infront of him. He groaned, leaning onto his right side and holding his left wrist in his hand. He groaned as he stood up, realizing he had dropped his pistol in the ditch. He cursed, knowing he had to go get it. He climbed down the latter, gritting his teeth through the pain in his left wrist. He spotted the silver a few feet away from him, right at someones feet. His eyes slowly traveled upward, and he lunged at the zombie, knocking it over. He smashed the skull in with his foot, making a face of disgust. “sorry” he frowned, picking up the gun. Suddenly, a series of groans approached and as he looked up, he saw at least 5 zombies heading his way. He raised his gun and shot, but nothing came out. It reached back for ammo in his backpack, but he had left it on the roof. He was screwed.