Cameron agreed and looked up at the sniper above, he was napping. Cameron grined and said," He's gone." He got to door and slightly opened and checked inside, everything was clear. "Let's get inside." Cameron said.

Willow nodded and crept forward, slipping through the door and waiting just inside for Cameron. She was hesitant about going forward on her own. She felt quite weak and guessed it was the blood-loss again.

Wade walked back onto the roof to examine the landscape. And he froze. He had no clu ehow many zombies could inhabit this place. Of course, it would be alot, but he had never really went over it in his head. Now there were hundreds, maybe a couple thousand, coming onto the main road from alleyways, stores, and down the way. It was sort of amazing. Weird concept, that. Geezus, this must have been caused by the explosion. They didn't really seem to have any set destination. Just one big mass moving. This wasn't a fun and game. More than a shot or two would bring them all here.

And that wouldn't work, he could see distinctive zombies. Some walking at a faster pace, ready to run at prey. A few climbing atop cars. Huge hulking zombies bustling through the crowd. And the grotesque putty slime looking zombies, leaving their filth in a path as they walk along, sometimes getting other Walkers stuck to them for a few moments. No definitely no shooting for this, Wade headed back inside with all his supplies.

Ben brushed past Cameron and as he did he hear something he paused for a moment and listened, it was a faint roar of some sort, but he couldn't make it out he looked around for a moment and saw a air conditioning unit, he guessed it the source of the noise and continued inside. Ben then turned to Cameron and said "So what's the plan now that we're in?" it was then Ben realized Cameron was the leader of this group, Ben didn't like being lead but it seemed Cameron new more of what to do in a group situation then he himself did 'Oh well, I guess it's not hurting having a guide through this." Ben thought.

Cameron sighed and said," We have to get Willow the proper care before we move on." he turned his attention to Willow and said,"Willow, You and me both know that those stiches are busted wide open, plus you're bleeding. You're becoming extremely weak, and there is no way that'll you make it up there." He began to walk around looking for anything that'll help.

Willow crossed her arms and glared at the back of Cameron's head. "I'm not useless," she told him. "And you don't have to coddle me like I'm some pathetic burden you have to take care of. I've survived on my own for long enough."

Unfortunately, he was absolutely right. She was growing weaker by the minute. Even as she spoke, she had to use a wall to keep herself balanced.

Wade was checking his shin splitter when he heard something. A muffled whisper. Downstairs. That was not good. Zombies or humans? Zombies, bad. They could lead others in. Humans could have the same effect, but they could also be looters or such. Not a few travellers had attempted to make this city a fortune grave. Some turned out. The city claimed the others. He decided no matter who they were noise would draw them. he would take care of the rest. Climbing up on the furniture blocking the stairs to the 7th flight he accidently dislodge a desk causing a loud scrape against the wall. He bumped it with his foot, but it didn't budge again. "Well than, that'll work.", he said before hiding behind a big filing cabinet with his rifle ready and he became very quiet.

Willow looked up sharply when she heard a noise not too far away inside the building. "What was that?" she asked, her knife already drawn.

Cameron replied,"Lets hope it was the sniper, not a zombie." He looked at Ben and said,"Check the stairs, but don't travel too far. Don't watch to separate too much, makes it easier for him." He turned back to Willow and continue,"I know you can handle yourself, I believe you. If you lose anymore blood going up the stairs you'll die. You're not dieing The world needs you, we need you."

Willow wanted to contradict Cameron, but she paused. "You ... think so?" she asked quietly, then added, more confidently; "I mean, I'm not dying, all right? This is just a flesh wound and you'll fix it up in a second, won't you. Come on, we should go find that sniper and either kick his ass or make him our friend."

Cameron sigh and replied," I'll fix you,and I promise you won't die on my watch." He walked up to the door and opened it slowly. He stood there for a few moments though, he grabbed an empty glass jar. He stepped in quickly and got behind some cots flipped in arkward postion. He peeked around for the clear and waved on for her.

Ben continued up the stairs keeping silent as possible, hoping not to let this sniper get the jump on him, as Ben rounded the corner he was caught of guard by a cluster of tied up bottles and cans, he had not expected this and therefore ran straight into tried to pull away and found himself tangled. Ben pulled and tugged making a large amount of noise, but he finally freed his left arm, he then grabbed his baton and cut himself free he then took a few steps back down stairs and said "This is not going to end well.".

Willow was about to follow after Cameron when she heard the commotion as Ben got caught in the booby trap. The mighty racket echoed through the hallways, seeming almost earsplitting in the oppressive silence. She growled a curse. "Guess our cover's blown now, if it wasn't already." She went to Cameron's side and took his arm to steady herself. "Let's go lend him a hand."

Cameron shook his head at the situation, he had someone losing blood and his cover was gone. He thought about it for a few moments, his heart sank. He didn't show any emotion though, he look at Willow and asked,"Can you make up the stairs?"

"Of course I can," Willow said with more confidence than she felt. She wasn't normally such a liar, but she hated showing weakness. "Come on," she tugging him towards where Ben had disappeared to. "Before he gets his brains blown out."

Cameron followed Willow up the stairs to find Ben cutting down some ropes filled with bottles and cans. He asked,"You know we are not trying to die." He took the lead up more stairs, as he was about to turn the corner he stopped and said,"He has this set up every turn." He gently un hooked the trap and slienly laid it down on the floor.

Willow noted the expert craftsmanship of the trap on the stairs and passed it once Cameron disabled it. "Watch out for more," she said just as she nearly tripped over a string strung tightly across the walkway. "Holy shit," she breathed and caught herself on the wall. It was at knee height, so she carefully stepped over it. "I don't want to know what that would have done ..." She continued onwards, taking the lead.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to react before I was already ensnared." Ben said quietly, he then looked over to willow and said "Everything okay?" he knew they had to becareful or they could easily be killed. If he was one setting up traps he would have set them deeper into the building, that making sense because if you hear them before they reach your deadly traps you can save your self having to reset a tedious mechanism, it made sense to him anyway.

Cameron walked up and examine the rope there. He carefull stepped over it and contined on after Willow. Once he catch up to her he asked,"Any battle plan?" He still had grip on the glass jar. He paused for a moment and he threw it on the floor under him, making it shatter. He hoped that it would throw the sniper off.

"Yeah," Willow answered faintly. "I've got one ... It's crappy, though." She paused to catch her breath - something that was becoming increasingly harder. "I'm basically dead weight right now." As if to highlight her point, she tugged at the blood-soaked t-shirt clinging to her side. It dripped on the floor. "If I go on ahead of you two, the sniper will see me first. If he shoots, you'll know where he is and be able to take him out. If he doesn't shoot, I can talk to him - maybe explain that we're just here to hide out for a little while."

Cameron thought about it for a few moments. He looked at Ben and asked," What kind of weapons are you carrying?" He thought up of something think for Willow just in case.

"Uh my razor baton, a nine millimeter pistol, a jar bomb, a pack of C four, and two pipe bombs." Ben said after thinking for a second, he looked around for a moment and said "Why?" He didn't see how exploding things would help but he was all for it.

Cameron's plan went through the window. He looked back at Willow and said,"We have to do your plan." He handed her his blade and said,"Just in case."

Willow quirked an eyebrow at Cameron. "Yes, I know. That's why I thought of it, you wanker. What, do you think I want to designate myself as a human target?"

Cameron thought about what she said and knew she had a good point. "Go ahead then." Cameron replied after a few moments to think over everything.

Willow took a deep, bracing breath, and nodded. She turned back to the stairs and climbed a few, using the hand rail to pull her along. Here goes ... I hope mum will be all right without me ...

"Hello up there!" she called loudly. "I know you're there! I'm coming up, and I'm not armed, so don't shoot!"

Wade kept silent. He wasn't ready to trust that that woman was telling the truth. Slowly, quetly, and picked up a leg of a desk and check the staircase. She wasn't up yet so he threw the leg into the 6th floor hall. It clattered and rolled slightly then came to a stop. Hoefully, she would assume he had went down the hall in wait for her.

Willow cringed, so tensed up that she was ready to jump at anything. When she didn't drop dead, she relaxed a little, but not much. With a hand behind her, she wriggled her fingers at Cameron and Ben, signalling to follow, but stay at a distance.

Fortune favours the brave, she told herself. Yeah right ...

Boldly, she climbed the stairs and entered the sixth floor hall, where the sound had come from. "I'll tell you again, don't shoot!" she called. Her empty hands were up in a sign of peace as she purposefully strode forward.

Seeing the blood, he was instantly cautious. There was definitely no room for some chick that could turn at any given time. As silent as a ghost, he stepped down and into the hall keeping light on his feet. Soon he was right behind her, the barrel of his rifle only 2 feet from her head. "Don't move", he whispered. The others would soon follow. "You might want to tell them to hold on for a sec. Or you can get intimate with a bullet. Pick one." He slowly shuffled around her so they were facing eachother and he was closer to the gurnies blocking the hall.

Willow did as he told her and kept perfectly still, even though her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest. "Okay, guys, just wait right there!" she called to Ben and Cameron. "I'll tell you when it's safe!" Her attention went back to the sniper. "We're not interested in any kind of altercation with you," she told him in a stead voice, hoping he wasn't some maniac that wouldn't give a damn what their intentions were. "We ran in here to find shelter while we wait for the zombie heat on our arses to die down. I'm sure you heard that explosion a few minutes ago - that was us. And ... uh ..." she glanced down at the blood dripping down her side. "This is a hospital."

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