It was a trap, it<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to be.<br/><br/>At least, that was what Akiada thought as he sat crouched on the rooftop of a building bordering the parking lot between him and the mall. Between him and the heavily armed rat with his land rover and the woman he was talking with.<br/><br/>The radio said he was a general, and he'd fired two flares into the air but that wasn't much proof - he'd seen some of the newer infected. They were crafty, far too crafty for his liking. The wolf gripped his revolver tighter and gulped.<br/><br/>He'd have to take the risk, he needed help. Needed contact with survivors, with things that weren't trying to eat him or he'd go mad. If he was a general as he claimed that was all the better - it meant he knew how to use those weapons he was toting about. He holstered his firearm.<br/><br/>Carefully, slowly, he made his way down from the rooftop, dropping down to a window ledge, then from there to another one, until he had reached the bottom.<br/><br/>He raised his arms and walked towards the vehicle slowly, making himself visible and nonthreatening as he saw no point in getting his head blown off at this point.<br/><br/>"Mornin'," he said once he was in earshot. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."