<div align="center">(http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp250/jlop985/Internet%20Posting/felicia2_0_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg)</div><hr/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Blake Leonard</strong></span><strong> =Alleyway somewhere in NYC= </strong>-Feeling anxious, worried, and a little bit scared- [Tagging Sam and Agent Carter]<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><em>"He still cares about you."</em><br/><br/>Blake raised an eyebrow at the man's words.  "Who?" she asked.  Before he could have even heard her the man began to withdraw into himself, he was wincing.  He looked like he was in pain and Blake couldn't tell what had set him off.  She quickly placed her frappe onto the coffee table and leaned over the armrest closer to him.  "Are you o--" she began to say but was interrupted by his muttering.<br/><br/><em>"Shit, that's not good. Sleep. No, no sleep. Can't sleep. They won't let me. Too .. too many voices. Hot. So hot. Too hot."</em><br/><br/>Blake attempted to reach out her hand to pat and soothe the man but he abruptly stood up and left.  He looked like he was in a hurry to get somewhere, or more likely, just to get away.  The redhead grabbed what was left of her cookie and shoved it into her mouth.  She made no secret of the fact that she was following the man, and why? She wasn't quite sure.  He was just some stranger in the cafe, yet she felt like he needed help and wanted to give it to him.  "W-wait!" She called out to him as they both scuttled down the streets, trying not to run into people or traffic as they crossed the street.<br/><br/>Even though it was the middle of the day, between the tall high rise buildings it was easy enough to find dark alleyways.  Blake saw the man duck into one of the side alleys, thinking it was best to be cautious now, she slowed down her pace and pushed her back up against the wall.<em>'Why did I follow him? This might even be a trap... Shit! What if this is a trap!? What if he's actually a meta-human trying to lure me out? Oh man, I should have thought this out better.'</em>She slid across the wall, running her right hand along her slender figure to reach for her 9mm handgun.<br/><br/>Peering over the edge of the wall, the redhead's moss green eyes widened at the sight she witness.  There were figured surrounding the man, human figures, dark figures.  She didn't know if it was the sleep deprivation or not but she was pretty sure that she was looking at a gang of zombies.<em>'Far----k.'</em>she thought.<br/><br/>The next thing she did was reach her left hand into her side pocket and pulled out her phone.  She made sure to keep an eye on the situation as she attempted to contact one of her fellow S.W.O.R.D agents.  Punching in the speed dial number, the name 'Hot Shot' showed up on her screen.  Hot Shot was the nickname that Blake had given Agent Carter upon finding out about his archery skills. The phone rang twice, and deciding that time was of the essence, she had to act quickly as she didn't know what the zombies were going to do next.  Blake placed her phone back into her pocket, leaving the call going.  She hoped that Agent Carter would pick up and hear the situation, even if she was about to possibly have her face eaten alive.<br/><br/>In this time the figures hadn't moved much, they had just encircled the raggedy man.  Blake wasn't sure when they would attack, but she got the feeling it would be soon.<em>'Here goes nothing.'</em><br/><br/>Stepping out from behind the wall, the redhead held up her gun and pointed it at the nearest zombie, which was standing only a few meters away from her.  "Halt!" she shouted, not even sure if the zombies could understand her. "You, are you ok?" She directed her words towards the fallen male. "Have you been bitten?" If he had, would Blake have to consider shooting the man before he turned? Was she even allowed to do that? Her hands began to shake.<br/>