"Wake up, Alex" came the familiar voice, rising the large form slightly from his bedroll. "Jake?" he asked, then his eyes came in to focus on the barrel of the gun, and Alexander frowned lightly. "Jake, what the hell?" he said, drawing further away from the weapon. "Some of us are taking off... Me and that little blonde bitch are going our own way together" the short, spiky haired man told him. Frowning deeply, Black looked up at his before-now best friend. "Then go?" he said simply, which caused Jake to shake his head slowly. "Just the two of us... Gunna need your gun, Alex" was the response from the well dressed opportunist. With a growl, and a clench of his jaw, Alexander drew the pistol from under his pillow, and handed it to Jake, who laughed, and backed out of the small three man tent.<br/><br/>Alexander wasted no time, his massive biceps throwing him to his feet, and his powerful legs putting him between the various items of scenery.<br/><br/>"Got it baby!" Jacob boasted, walking around the corner waving both firearms in the air. The young blonde grinned, but it quickly faded as Alexander stepped out and crossed Jake's face with a long piece of steel pipe, shattering his nose and making him drop both pistols. There wasn't mercy for the man who wanted to leave Alexander defenseless, despite how often he'd saved his life. It took a few hits, but Jake was soon dead, and Alexander was bloody and tired, panting heavily. Alexander picked up his pistol once again, and looked around for Jake's, only to see the young girl disappear in to the truck with it, and tear off in to the distance.<br/><br/>After cleaning himself up, he headed back to camp, looking around at the noticeable gaps in the camp where tents and vehicles had been. "Great..." he sighed, then started moving what he could to make a more effective defense, not sure how long they'd stay, or how long it'd take for a horde of zombies to shamble in to town. There was too much to do, they'd have to abandon the camp for a easier to defend location.