Perhaps putting Adira on the spot like that had not been the best idea. Everyone seemed to be upset with her rather than supportive, other than Claire who agreed whole-heartedly with what Adira was trying to tell everyone. Poor Adira, her heart was in the right place, she was probably the one person in the group who tried her best only to displease everyone.  It really was unfortunate because the girl did have potential. Her nervousness was what made her an easy target for others to get upset with knowing they could intimidate her and push her down. She has seen this happen many times now and she knew she had to do something about it if they were going to continue to function as a solid unit. If these things were coming for them, fighting was not going to get them anywhere. They were going to need to work together.<br/><br/>She was partially blaming herself for not catching on sooner, though some part of her also agreed that Adira should have spoken up earlier about something like this. Eventually they would have to move somewhere else anyway, though she understood that nobody liked the idea of packing up and leaving at the last minute. â€œYes, letâ€™s not all get angry with each other. This pattern has been going on for awhile now, we should be more than aware that no place is safe anymore.â€ After all there was some truth to that. No matter where they went they always lost their place, it should have come as no surprise that they were coming close to losing this place as well. They were being hunted down by someone or something that did not want them to interfere with Excelleronâ€™s plans. Though that was mainly her own thoughts about this, she couldnâ€™t help but feel that way.<br/><br/>Claireâ€™s stomach turned when she felt the walls vibrate. Her attention as turned towards the door like the others, posture tense, prepared to face whatever was coming for them.<br/><br/>â€œShitâ€¦â€ Her voice was filled with the combination of being relieved and horrified when she noticed that the man coming through the door was someone that had gone ahead earlier. The fact that he was in such horrible condition was pretty hard to miss. â€œWhat the hell happened out there, Brady? What got Johnny?â€ She wanted to ask questions but he was quickly taken by the medic of the group. She turned her attention to the hallway. There lay the half corpse of Johnny, a thick trail of blood behind him, and then came a vibration again followed by the familiar sound of those things. Tina had spoken up before she did and it was a good thing, too. That was why she liked Tina. She was outspoken, and most of the time Claire could just let her do her thing and back her up when she needed.<br/><br/>Claire pinched the bridge of her nose, not liking this situation one bit. She hated rushing around at the last minute but she should probably be use to it by now. â€œAlright, Tina, hurry up and get the vehicles ready! Everyone else, help pack everything into the van as quickly as you can. â€œAdira, make sure you grab the map! Weâ€™ll head for one of the safe zones, assuming itâ€™s still safe, and settle there.â€ She barked as she hurried to pack things away.  Even if they couldnâ€™t smell the corpse on the floor they would have followed the sounds of anguish Brady had been making. With any luck, they would be able to return here in the morning but she knew better than to get her hopes up. It has never gone that smoothly, this place would be lost and she knew better than to return to the same spot twice.<br/><br/>They had to be constantly on the move.<br/><br/>â€œWhat do we do about the wounded?â€ The medic spoke up.<br/><br/>â€œJust make sure heâ€™s comfortable in the back of the truck. Focus on stopping the bleeding and patching him up as best you can before we move.â€ Claire responded quickly as she retrieved her equipment from the chest.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t know if I can in time.â€<br/><br/>â€œI knowâ€¦ Youâ€™re just going to have to try your best.â€<br/><br/>Trying their best. Yeah, that was not very helpful but it was the only thing Claire could say at the moment. Things really have not been going in their favor over the past few months. As much as she didnâ€™t want to admit it, right now was living proof of that. They have lost more than they ever had and things have even gone missing. One time she had found a newspaper clipping, something that had a little bit of information on it, but it had somehow been misplaced. Somehow she doubted that was no coincidence either. She was convinced that they were not alone in town. Someone was out there watching them but without any proof she would be getting everyone worked up for nothing. Whenever she addressed the group she always made sure that she knew what she was saying while somehow managing to keep everyone calm and pleased with her.<br/><br/>She was lucky there have not been too many instances where someone didnâ€™t quite see eye to eye with her, where fighting would break out amongst the group, which she was grateful for. Somehow she has always managed to pull everyone through. Somehow. Some days he really wonders how she manages to do it day after day. Today was one of those days where someone else would step up and be the leader for once but she knew none of them had the balls to do so. She was probably going to be stuck as leader for as long as she stayed alive through this mess. They seemed comfortable with her being leader, though sometimes she was not as confident as she wanted to be in tough situations, they trusted her decisions.<br/><br/>Suddenly whatever was out there had busted through, and it had brought come company with it. Three of them in all, there were, ugly sons of bitches, too. The monsters that stood in the doorway looked like they had been human at one point; the infection had gotten so bad that they were completely mutated. Each and every one of them had the appearance of something that was out of a nuclear apocalypse horror movie. Whatever clothes they had been wearing at one point were either completely gone or so tattered barely anything remained. Red, lifeless eyes were sunken into their skulls, flesh hanging from mutated limbs, missing in some places, fingers that looked like they have turned into claws. She really didnâ€™t want to look at them for too long.<br/><br/>The one that stood in the middle of the trio had fangs and what looked to be spiked jutting from its back. That must have been the one that brought the company along.<br/><br/>â€œBloody hell! Are these things working as a unit now?â€ One of the men spoke up. His bullets didnâ€™t seem to be doing anything to the one in the middle; its skin seemed to act as some sort of armor making bullets useless. â€œIt seems theyâ€™ve gone through another evolution of some kind, too.â€<br/><br/>â€œWe might have to leave some stuff behind.â€ Claire clenched her jaw, speaking mostly about the man, who was now getting his neck chewed out, and some of their equipment. â€œDonâ€™t fight them, just run!â€