Jack finishes off a flailing zombie then looks around Urban area.L arge houses with big properties. Probebly a low population density. A nice safe place to hole up for the night... if anything is safe thses days. He heads over to a house, shotgun ready.
seconds later a young man dressed in a black leather jacket, balaclava, and cowboy hat starts sprinting at the two looking behind him, sword in hand. he looked in front of him to see himself collide with jack and knock him to the ground. "SHIT!" was all he could say as he fell head over heels. phil then sat up and started panting heavily. "HOARD!" he said slightly loud for jenek could hear.
Alex was driving recklessly as he sped into the area, running into zombies, blood spattering onto the windshield and front of his vehicle. He slammed into the horde, the mass of bodies blocking his view causing him to slam into a telephone pole, wrecking his truck.
"What?! hell no! i've been preparing for this day since middle school.... i'm more careful than that... now i thenk we should get moving before the hoard- *CRASH*" phil looked behind jack and saw a car crashed into a pole. "-here."
"yeah, um... i didn't crash the car, but that poor dude inside looks like he could use a hand." phil replied as he got up and and shouldered his M4 carbine, and started placing bullets in the undead heads. "i've had extensive firearms training at fort rich alaska." phil said as he finished off the mag and whipped out his d-eagles (desert eagles) and unloaded on the zombies.
The car door swung open and Alex fell out, hitting the ground hard with a groan as he wiped blood from his mouth. "Shit, that hurt..." he groaned before the sounds of the undead filled his ears. Reflexively he stood up, pulling his Colt M1911 from the waistband of his jeans and fired a round into the head of the closest zombie.