Two missed shots from Red joined in the hail of bullets aimed at the Alpha; unfortunately, his distinct lack of training was coming to bite him in the ass, or so it seems.<br/><br/>He was frozen in place when he heard the siren, the screeching, keening wail making him just freeze up and clamp his hands over his ears; still holding the gun means he, unthinkingly, ends up with the side of the gun pressed against his ear, trying to drown out the sound that was, at least for him, physically painful.<br/><br/>Oh shit. That sound was no good. They were dead.<em>They were dead.</em><strong>Dead</strong>. He was so sure of that now, and for a moment, he considers using that last bullet of his on himself. Better to just end it now painlessly, than let those bastards rip him apart...but... maybe they still had a chance.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Red found another reason to hate himself; could he not help anyone? Ricky was already moving to aid Lauren, since the sound had essentially paralyzed him. Glumly, he ends up moving, opting to move into the front of the group, alongside Cassie. He wasn't heading towards the Town Square (5), but was, instead, cutting through between the two buildings that were in between them and the Town Hall. "Quicker this way! Hurry." He'd exclaim as he deviated from the road.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 1/9)<br/>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 199/300 units)<br/>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br/>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br/>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br/><br/>Current HP/SP Status:<br/>Body Points:       85/90<br/>Stamina Points    57/62<br/>Status: Tired<br/></div></div>