<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Arapey"><span style="font-size: 22px">July 30th | Noon | Fresno Suburbs - North Central</span></span>​</div><i><br/>
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</i><br/>The sound of automatic gunfire in the distance caused heads to turn. Heads with yellowed eyes and tainted skin. A guttural moan escaped from the throat of a man wearing a white, torn up wifebeater, and he stumbled forward into a run towards the noises. Others did the same, drawn by the rifle fire in the distance. The creatures quickly filtered out from the street and small back alleyway, leaving the surrounding area bare and empty. A breeze blew a plastic bag across the ground, but nothing else moved. Not for another five minutes, at least.<br/><br/>Along the side of the alley was a dumpster, and slowly, the lid creeped upwards to open a small slit. A pair of brown eyes glanced around at the outside, making sure there was nothing around, and then the lid was suddenly thrown open. A dark skinned man scrambled out of the trash bin as quickly as he could, coughing a few times before spitting onto the ground. He whacked at his shirt, knocking off pieces of garbage that were stuck to his clothes. "Maann, does no one use a damn trash bag anymore?!" he complained to himself. "Ehuhh... YUCK." The man spit on the ground again, and then looked around to gain a better bearing. "Damn psychos, chasin' me into a pile of<i>garbage.</i>" He returned to the dumpster, and reached in to pull out a now dirtied book bag. He made a face at the smell, but threw the strap over his shoulder anyway, and then closed the lid. He moved away from the bin quickly.<br/><br/>The African man wore tennis shoes, cargos, and a short sleeve graphic Tshirt; practical clothing for escaping the monsters that littered the streets. The man looked to be in his late 20s to early 30s. He was a husky build, but not fat, and his hair was cropped closely to his skull with a razor. He poked his head out around the corner to check down the street before walking out into the open. The man hugged the wall and jogged forward down the road a few blocks, keeping a sharp eye out for movement. Within a couple minutes, he rounded another corner into the parking lot of an apartment complex. He took one step past a van, and then the man suddenly leapt into the air and screamed. When he landed, his hand slapped up against his chest, and his head swiveled around quickly to ensure he didn't draw attention. The van which he passed was slammed up against another car from a collision in the parking lot. Between the two vehicles, was a person. A person which had moved and shot a hand out at him when he passed.<br/><br/>"You- holy-<b>Fuck!</b>" he exclaimed, trying to catch his breath. He planted his hands onto his knees. The individual was certainly turned, but it was pinned in place between the wreckage, crushed below the waist. Luckily, it was unable to come after him. "You son of a bitch," he breathed, looking around the area once again. "Ugly-ass."<br/><br/>After regaining his composure, the man stepped forward towards the creature. It was a female, with a short blonde bob cut. The hand which reached out towards him was missing the thumb, and it was her only free limb. Her jaw was broken and hanging from loose skin, and the man could see the fungus that grew over her tongue and at the base of her teeth. It was a small film of dark yellow fur. He shuttered.<br/><br/>The man didn't have anything to kill it with. Glancing around on the ground, he found a large rock a few feet away, and he went to grab it. The stone was only a little larger than the size of his fist. He returned to the woman, and planted his feet just out of her reach. He took a breath, wound up, and chucked the rock directly at her head. The object hit it's mark, bouncing off the creature's head and knocking it back against the car with a thud. The stone's pointy piece had cut into her eye and liquid squirted out. The man flinched and shuffled back. "Aww.. aw shit." Thick blood oozed from the wound and the man made a face. "Alright. You jus' stay right there." He turned and briskly walked away, glancing over his shoulder once to ensure she didn't suddenly get free.<br/><br/>He made his way to apartment building 3, and then climbed the stairs. His destination was apartment #312, and he quickly found the proper door. The man took a deep breath, and stood on the welcome mat for a moment, before reaching up to knock. "Yo, Malakai you alive in there? It's Marcus. I would really appreciate your help dawg!" Marcus leaned back to peek around the corner, down at the pinned girl again. His eyes grew wide when he saw that she had somehow gotten her other hand free, and was attempting to push herself out from between the vehicles. He instantly turned back to the door in front of him and starting pounding rapidly. "I swear to god you best<b>open up!</b>I'mma kick yo ass if you ignoring me right now man! C'mon!"