And what Ricky saw definitely did not bode well. He would notice most of the nearby alarm posts have been destroyed, knocked down, or have shorted out from the looks of it. Then he would see it, something that would even make a grown man weak in the knees and run for the hills. The remaining alarms further away were slowly being knocked down one by one by a shadowy figure. However the figure was too far to discern what it was and it kept hidden within the shadows as it moved from one Alarm to the next. But one thing was certain it was fast. way too fast to be human. The situation didn't look good as more alarm posts kept being destroyed one by one and apparently there was more than one figure destroying those alarms. Ricky would immediately see two alarms going out at the same time from further west of the outpost but quite apart from each other.<br/><br/>Two more shots rang more clearly now out in the open sky. Should Ricky set his gaze upon the guard tower, he would only be gifted with the sight of horror. What remains of the sniper personnel securing the tower were painted all over the tower's outer-wall. what's left of them anyways. A small movement would have caught Ricky's eyes as he would see a small crouched figure slowly regaining itself to a stand. Its back facing towards the bouncer as it slowly turned around to face the man. The only thing that would catch Ricky's attention, as he was already used to the face of the rotting dead, was that the creature was holding a sniper rifle like how a normal human being would. This thing was surprisingly fluid and its movement quite relatively controlled. It did not move like any other zombie, nor did it had the spasms and awkward motions most of the undead had. Smoothly raising its left hand and pointing the rifle upwards as the creature shot two more rounds into the night sky as if it were taunting the bouncer.<br/><br/>(Luck Check: Success)<br/><br/>Within seconds all hell broke loose, that's when the audible sounds of screams and continuous gunfire sounded off from all directions across the town. Shouts of distress and pain accompanied by cries of children were muffled by the sounds of machine guns riddling the night with its fury. The community outpost is small enough that the sounds of battle are audible from all over the town radius, cries for help can be heard from across town. Distant shouts might be a little garbled but the urgency is clear. While Ricky stood atop the bar he would notice the undead have amassed quite a few numbers that were already breaching through the perimeter walls. Most of the undead are following the north road toward the town from the south, but some of the more intelligent ones have broken away and are crossing the open land north of the town and may enter the town from the northwest or even west. A few groups have split off from the main force and are creeping along toward the eastern side of the town (which is unwalled but somewhat protected by a short but fairly steep hill).