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Post by Czech Republic on Dec 11, 2012 13:03:23 GMT -5
Czech Republic took her job as a Scout very seriously. Like all people from her proud nation she always took her tasks seriously and gave them her all no matter how small or big. This duty she gave her damndest because it was very important. During World War II she was assigned the duty of a Scout to make sure that the coast was clear for her fellow Resistance fighters. This was however a whole new territory…it was not Europe and it wasn’t Nazis that she was scouting for…it was flesh eating Zombies that were, in her opinion more like animals than the humans they once were. So this meant that she had to be on her game, keep her senses completely open and be very observant if she was to make sure none of those creatures got near them without warning.
She still didn’t understand why she was chosen for this mission. She wasn’t the best Scout she knew that for sure…she wasn’t the second best either…she figured that maybe she was the third best. She was always third place for everything, third best beer, third most peaceful country, third best hockey league in the world…She felt comfortable and well at home in third place not minding it one bit being how modest she was. And because of this modesty she did not see that she was truly a very valuable asset as far as a Scout went…her senses were well trained, she was fast on her feet, and at times it seemed like she made no noise at all when she moved. She had pondered why she was chosen still thinking that they could have chosen someone different for the job but she had known England for years and trusted his decision.
Czech was now frantically dashing down the halls a very distressed look in her eyes while moving with great speed fuelled by the prospect of being late. She knew that she was already late and that made her mad beyond compare…she was very punctual and just the thought of being late made her feel sick. Once she has awaken she found that her alarm had not gone off due to a lack of batteries (curtesy from her annoying brother, Slovakia) forcing her to rush getting dress, semi fixing herself up, and packing a few necessities before taking off as fast as she could for the bike shed.
“Slovakia is lucky I don’t ring his scrawny neck for this!”
Her thoughts of strangling her brother were short lived when she had at last reached her destination approaching what looked like to be England, America, and Scotland. She was allowed to stop in her tracks as she looked at them her looks saying ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again.
If you had seen Czech almost every day, you would find that you would be very surprised at how the young lady had dressed this day. In contrast to her bright red dress she now sported a pair of ripped jeans, a pair of black boots on her feet, her top consisting of a black long sleeve shirt and a black leather jacket zipped up in order to make her tiny body warm in the brisk Canadian air. Her long burgundy hair was pulled back into a thick long braid knowing that it would be better to just keep her hair completely out of her face and out of the ay save for a few loose bangs.
On her back was a khaki pack filled with necessary supplies such as a blanket, a few needles in a tiny pincushion, and a few of her hunting knives just in case with of course enough space in case she needed to carry something for others. Her weaponry consisted of blades…one rapier that was around her waist and an old yet still very deadly hunting knife kept in a hilt down her left ankle just in case…
Czech usually used a gun when in the case of killing Zombies but she knew that in this mission stealth was probably a must and thus needed something to kill Zombies semi-quietly so that she didn’t attract more with the sound of gunfire. All in all she looked dressed and ready to leave.
The one thing that was the same with Czech was her bright blue scarf wrapped around her neck that seemed to radiate warmth. Though the color stood she refused to part with her scarf...much like Russia she had grown a little to attatched to it...
Pushing her bangs aside she blushed a deep shade of red. “Sorry I’m late England…It won’t happen again.”
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Post by England on Dec 12, 2012 19:21:44 GMT -5
As if his voice had cast some kind of teleportation spell, it was not long after he finished speaking that Czech Republic arrived, flustered, but geared up and ready to go. Her outfit was appropriate for the situation, but he still had to try hard to get his mind away from the leather. Squeaking leather could get dangerous, though it would provide emergency protection against the initial bite.
"Right, it's alright. You weren't too late, at least. But anyways, since everybody is here, we should already get going. Just follow behind, Czech Republic, seeing as you weren't around to hear the plan." England motioned her to one of the closest bikes, and then swung his leg over his own. "Since you're a scout, you'll probably have to go on further into the town on your own before disembarking and check the location yourself, then report back once we join you by foot. So basically, whilst we disembark outside the town and walk the rest of the way, you should ride in, and survey the community centre outside while waiting for us, and then describe it when we get to you so we can make a plan." he pulled his goggles over his eyes and looked around. "Is this clear for everyone?"
((Next person to reply should take us to the outside perimeter of the town plz o3o))
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Post by America on Dec 13, 2012 10:16:19 GMT -5
America had just been about to answer England's inquiries (since, actually, he was pleased for the interruption, since he never knew exactly how to speak with Scotland well) when Czech arrived, looking quite embarrassed and scattered. When she apologized for being late, America sent her an easy smile, climbing upon his own motor bike. He was ready to get this thing on the road, that was for sure, but he knew he had to listen to the rest of England's orders. It all seemed simple enough. England knew what they were looking for, and they all knew how to kill off zombies, so America was more than certain that they would be fine.
"Clear, cap'n!" America announced, giving the island nation a quick salute before starting up his bike and shoving his goggles down his face. He didn't care if the others hadn't a chance to respond; by the looks of it, they were all ready as it was, and America didn't want to waste time that they didn't have. No, it was best to get started as quickly as possible.
-----this is a lame time-skip-----
America brought his bike to a still when they reached the designated area, glancing around quickly, just to get a short scan of the town perimeter. He took his goggles off as he did so, breathing a small sigh of relief when he didn't notice any zombies at first glance.
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Post by Argentina on Dec 13, 2012 10:45:48 GMT -5
(NO ONE REPLACES TINA, OKAY? NO ONE. ;A; I'm glad you're here, Czech, but I still wanna be a part of this tooooo... I really wish someone would've alerted me and given me a warning before "replacing" me...)
Argentina brought her bike to a halt right beside America's. With shaky legs, she struggled to stand tip-toed on her feet and keep the bike standing. A single heavy whack with her heavy leather boots was enough to push down the kick-stand. There was no hiding the uneasiness on Tina's face after she single-handedly pulled her goggles up to her forehead. Argentina didn't have much experience at all in riding motorcycles, and really had some trouble keeping her bike from tilting on the road.
Taking a deep breath, Argentina unfortunately found no comfort in the "fresh atmosphere". Everywhere they went, particularly cities and towns, the stench of decay hung heavily in the air. Go figure. Admittedly, Tina much preferred the scent of the bikes' gasoline to this. No matter how many times Argentina found herself around the smell of rotting corpses, she seemed to only grow to despise it more and more. However, Tina took solace in the idea that no one ever gets comfortable and used to this kind familiarity.
After sneaking a glance over at the blonde-haired American by her side, Argentina recognized that he didn't seem to share these thoughts - at least, not at the moment. Rather, he was too pre-occupied in his own relief after a quick scan of the area. There were no undead in the surrounding area. As far as Tina's eyes could see, there was no movement, and silence. She hoped that they hadn't gone too close to the outskirts that boardered the town. Had the combined harmony of five motorcycle engines alerted any disturbance, the nations would've been in for a wave of zombies coming after them.
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Post by Czech Republic on Dec 13, 2012 14:09:40 GMT -5
Czech’s eyes scanned the area as well…her eyes were very sharp and very well trained as she looked everywhere. A hand instinctually came to her nose when the smell of rotted corpse invaded her nostrils making her shake her head as though to clear it. That was the consequence to having a keen sense of smell. She gave a look to America seeing that he friend was giving a look of relief when gave a look over the area as well. Her hand reached up and touched his arm giving him a serious look.
“Don’t be fooled by what you see…just using your sight alone can be dangerous.”
Looking over the area one more time then stretched her arms then touched her toes earning a small crack from her spine. Pushing her bangs from her eyes she got a very serious look in her eyes knowing what she had to do now. She gave a look to England as she took off her pack and set it down on the ground not needing the deadweight though small as it was.
“I’ll get a quick look around the community center and see what I can spot…I’ll be back in exactly five minutes…if I’m not then you may assume that it’s not safe to enter.” She always set time limits for herself…five was a good limit…it was plenty of time to observe, to make sure the other team members didn’t worry…and it was a good time limit so that the enemy couldn’t catch a trace of her presence.
She knew she always had to be diligent but also calm. She had to make sure to be as at peace as possible. Much like a mountain climber without gear if she was feeling adrenaline it meant something was wrong. The Slav knew very well that the body was in tuned with fear and would warn her on its own so long as she remained calm. Giving herself one last look over she checked her person off as fit and ready and made her way inside the area knowing that she had to be quick yet careful.
((I'll do a quick time skip when Iggy and Scot answer...and welcome back Argentina! Your icon looks stunning!))
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Post by Scotland on Dec 15, 2012 12:42:58 GMT -5
Scotland had barely started to respond to America's question when England arrived and...well, he'd call it hovering by America, followed shortly by Czech. Well, she certainly looked ready for bear, or zombie, which ever they found first. Instead he'd just watched the others as he tried to quickly suck down as much of his smoke as he could until the engines had started. Then he'd tossed the butt down and stepped on it before hopping onto his own bike and pulling his riding goggles down over his eyes.
The ride out was nothing new for him; he'd done this a few times already, and the landscape didn't hold any new surprises for him. However, it was nice to get out of the confines of the compound. Cabin fever crept up on Scotland quickly. He was meant to be out under the sky, regardless of what was falling from it or not.
When the landscape began to give way to the sights and irregular skyline of civilization, he began studying it, trying to understand the layout of the city. Usually the most important community buildings were in the center, but it they were lucky, the building they wanted may be off to one side.
When everyone finally came to a halt, he stopped behind the group, idled his bike and lit up another smoke. He might not get another chance at a smoke for hours. He smoked every chance he got while on a mission, which was rare, to keep his temper and cravings at bay. There were no undead immediately apparent, which could be good or very, very bad. Either there weren't many undead left here, or they were all cooped up inside the buildings.
He listened to Czech school America, and knew he had some time if Czech was going in to scout the area. He was content to just let things roll along. Now was the time to wait and work out a plan. Someone was going to have to be the point man. He would suggest himself, America or Argentina for that. Next would be the back up, which would be whoever wasn't picked for point. Then England as the leader of the band should be third, followed by the rear guard. It would be nice to position a sniper. Too bad they didn't have one.
[Sorry for the delay]
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Post by England on Dec 17, 2012 0:49:41 GMT -5
Though the atmosphere was starting to warm up, the breeze that was typical of a mid-spring weather chilled him a little as he drove. At the sight of the small residential town in the horizon, another chill ran down his spine, but he ignored it in favour of keeping his eyes on the road. It was a silent saying that whoever would be dumb enough to get a crash when there is nobody else on the streets would be called an idiot forever, and England did not want to be that idiot. He kept his thoughts simple and quiet, and only broke his rhythm once he skidded to a stop in an empty area on the outskirts of the city. Pulling his goggles off, he stepped off the motorbike and flipped his hair out of his face.
"Czech, don't take too long," he advised as the woman briefed her intentions, and nodded to her. "Go."
He then turned to the rest of his team, surveying them and scrolling their profiles through his head one by one, trying to create a formation according to their environment. They were one scout, two minutemen, and two front-line soldiers, so they would be well-off creating a packed formation to move in.
"Right," he mused out loud, letting his thoughts stew. "Our formation will be a diamond, easily tightened to sneak into smaller spaces while maintaining formation, and spacey enough so that if we run, nobody has to step on anyone's heels. It can easily collapse into a straight line as well if the need for stealth comes up. It will be led by Czech Republic in the front, since she'll know where to move, and I will form the peak of the diamond behind her. One row behind me, on my left will be America, on my right will be Scotland, protecting the sides. Argentina will bring up the rear, creating the diamond's opposite peak," he ran his gaze across them again, crossing his arms.
"This is mainly a stealth mission, so let's use blades as much as possible. Even better, let's avoid confrontation in the first place. We just want to sneak in, find what we're looking for, and get out as soon as possible," he summed up, turning his gaze in the direction Czech had left in. "If there are questions or concerns, now's the time, because as soon as Czech Republic returns, we'll be off."
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Post by Czech Republic on Dec 17, 2012 11:57:24 GMT -5
Just as she had promised, Czech returned to the group right on time. Her appearence was somewhat different from when they had seen her from the last five minutes. Her rosey cheeks were splattered with red blood that started right near her right eye and down to her neck. She furiously used the sleeve of her skirt to wipe it off, having had problems with accidently drinking foreign blood and had no intention of repeating them in the least.
Czech proceeded to wipe the blood on her hands off by rubbing them against her pants that also had a little splatter on the fabric. Once in a state of satsifaction she looked up to the others. "Its not mine." She said to confirm or deny suspcions they had placed when they caught sight of her. The blood was in fact from the three Zombies she had killed swiftly while scouting. Pushing her bangs from her eyes she gave a sigh to calm her heart rate then gave her report.
"The route in is clear save for the three stragglers I took care of. Don't worry I did it very quietly." She emphasized the 'very' on that being that she had punctured their larnex first making them silent before delivered the final blow to each. "I got near the center as close as I could. From what I can hear there was nothing except for the sounds of birds roosting and rats scurrying. However..."
She interjected before anyone could speak before she finished the look her eyes saying that this was very important. "The smell of the dead is everywhere and makes it impossible for me to confirm or deny that there is any of those creatures inside." The scout was cross with herself for not being able to get a proper reading yet she could not be blamed...she couldn't help it if the elements were against her.
"My best word of advice? Enter with extreme caution."
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Post by Argentina on Dec 17, 2012 13:12:43 GMT -5
Argentina saw Czech off as she left to scout ahead of their crew, by her own word. A silent wish of good luck and a safe journey pricked the back of Tina's thoughts. As long as the five could return home clear of any bites, there would be no real trouble nor need to inject the vaccine into an infected nation. She supposed returning back to base with absolutely no wounds or punctured skin whatsoever was too much to ask for these days.
Seconds after Czech had disappeared across the way, England turned to face the nations with a plan for formation. A diamond; Czech Republic patrolling slightly ahead of the others, England peaking the diamond from the front, America and Scotland flanking right behind, and Argentina herself trailing in the very back. Without any inept or improper direction, it was foolproof, save for Argentina's pride arguing that she didn't want to have to tag along all the way in the back. While Tina hated agreeing with England, she could certainly merit his reasoning for the "diamond" formation.
Tina spent the entire five minutes Czech had been gone contemplating any possible flaws in England's plan. It was her pride versus her judgment, and there was no reason to pose a question that would drastically lack in sense. But Czech made her return blood-splattered before Argentina could come up with any argument. The child-like European first confirmed any assumptions or suspicions by reassuring them that the blood was not hers before giving her report.
"...My best word of advice? Enter with extreme caution."
"I think that goes without saying." Tina agreed with a shaken sigh of relief at knowing the blood along Czech's clothes and face did not belong to her. She was unharmed. Slinging the strapped gun on her back to her front, Argentina's hands languidly gripped the leather handle, and she expectantly awaited any orders from England.
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Post by America on Dec 17, 2012 21:17:08 GMT -5
America watched as Czech walked off before turning to England and giving the island nation his full attention. He wanted to be sure that nothing went wrong. In situations like these, however, America was always ready to get down to business. He hadn't won the majority of wars he fought for no reason, after all. He knew how to fight, he knew how to give orders, and, more importantly, he knew how to listen to orders in life-or-death predicaments such as this one. He knew what he had to do, and he was going to do it damn well.
Besides, if it involved killing some zombies, he was more than ready for it. He despaired a bit at the thought of having to use a knife rather than a gun (having grown more than accustomed to guns over the years that he had been involved in warfare), but he knew he'd also be able to handle that. He was well-trained in combat, after all. No harm would come his way.
Czech came back, covered in blood, and America blinked in surprise. He didn't expect her to look like that, even if she had gotten into a fight or two. Then he reminded himself that they had to be in close-range with the zombies. Like England said, it was a stealth mission, and knives would be better to use than guns.
Out of habit, he placed either hand on both his sides, reassuring himself that the knives he grabbed were still there (which they were, obviously). It wouldn't do to go into the town unprepared. "So long as we follow what England said-" America gestured to said leader. "-we all should be fine." He smiled brightly at the others, conveying a perfect sense of confidence (although, on the inside, he was still a bit shaken up with the blood that had splattered along Czech). "We heading out now that we're all ready?"
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Post by England on Dec 19, 2012 14:22:42 GMT -5
"Yes we are," England nodded to America after hearing everybody else's concerns. "I trust you could have done that in a less messy way, as you will probably smell of guts for a while now, until we get back. That is highly unpleasant and slightly distracting, but there's nothing that can be done about it." he sighed, nudging Czech to the front with his head. "Lead the way. Our formation is going to be in diamond shape, and you'll take us through the cleanest paths to get to the centre, alright? Once there, there is no way we're just waltzing in through the front door, so I hope you've spotted some kind of back entrance or low window we could break in through."
"The community centre is three floors high, including a basement. This means that we'll be most vulnerable upon entrance point, since zombies can't climb stairs, but can tumble down them inadvertently without any harm. The topmost floor is for gatherings and activities, so the floors that will interest us are the basement and the ground floor. We'll make a quick run of the basement, and hopefully find that our goal is on the ground floor. In worst cases, we can lead zombies into the basement and then go back to the ground floor, but ideally, we don't want to grab attention at all."
He then looked at the rest of his team and nodded to them one by one. They were all armed well enough and looked ready to go. After one last quick survey of his surroundings, he turned to Czech Republic and nodded to her as well.
"Lead the way."
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Post by Czech Republic on Dec 21, 2012 19:10:25 GMT -5
At the mention of messy Czech's eyes fells to her clothes and a shudder instantly ran through her core. Being a very meticuleous neat freak she hated things that weren't clean or orderly...however she had not the time to worry over it as England gestured her to take the lead. She listened to his orders nodding to show that she understood. When he finished she couldn't help but smirk to herself. Of course she had found a back entrance...what kind of scout did he take her for?
She did as she was told and begun to lead everyone inside the perimeter her footing very careful, her ears listening to each tiny piece of rubble bouncing with each step they took and her eyes scanning the area never missing a single detail as she took them down the safest route she had found in her short time. Thank god that she had taken time to survey the area by foot a few times otherwise this would of made her job very much hit and miss.
Czech continued to lead them on not sensing anything out of the ordinary keeping espcially calm in her steps that seemed to be silent with each pace. So far so good...yet she had not the time to pat herself on the back for choosing a good route. Anything could go wrong if she did not keep her guard up and kept her eyes and ear open to all possible enemies.
Then again her team seemed very perceptive and were very much capable of taking care of themselves, yet she still had this desire to do that for them...it was just her motherly instincts that wanted to protect them no matter what.
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Post by Scotland on Dec 24, 2012 14:43:09 GMT -5
Scotland listened to the plan and plotted it out in his head as he finished smoking. Then he turned his bike's engine off and pushed his goggles up onto his forehead. This was definitely a mission he was suited for. Blades and the likelihood of close combat. When Czech returned, he frowned a bit, wondering just how close the girl had to get if she could make such a mess of herself from just three zombies. He might have to keep an eye out for her. Having to get that close to fight meant one could easily be overwhelmed.
As England began to explain the building layout, Scotland climbed off the bike and adjusted the straps for his weapons. Such his sword eventually got heavy as muscles tired, he wouldn't pull it until they found zombies approaching. He didn't like the basement escape plan, and told himself he was going out the nearest window if they found themselves facing zombies, and would lure them to the window by dancing and shouting like a fool outside it. The thing about basements is they usually only had one way in and out.
He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets since his kilt didn't have pockets, only the pouch in the front, and strolled forward to take up his position to England's right. Seeing as they weren't walking directly into a mess of zombies, he stayed relaxed as long as he could. It wasn't being complacent; it was conserving energy. There would be plenty of time for being tense and panicking later.
As Czech led them in, he kept his eyes to the right, watching all windows, alleys, doorways and even looking up, as death could certainly rain down from above. Just like a zombie had fallen on and straddled his face before. He had faith the others would watch their assigned sectors.
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Post by America on Dec 30, 2012 21:23:53 GMT -5
Once England finished talking, America got into position with the rest of the countries, taking the left part of the diamond formation. His hands were itching to pull out his pistol, so he could have some sort of protection as they walked through town, but England had said knives only, considering the fact that it was a stealth mission. The only good thing about that was the fact that he could just keep the knife in the sheath- he didn't have to load it like a pistol, and it was easy to swipe out in a quick jiffy.
No matter; Czech said that she had taken care of the zombies that were milling about, so America figured he wouldn't have to kill anything just yet.
He wasn't looking forward to searching through the bottom floors of the community center. That would involve quite a good amount of fighting, if what England said was true, and being limited to fighting with a knife wasn't exactly his idea of easy kill. Hopefully, if they did have to fight, England would give them permission to pull out their guns. After all, that many zombies all together were bound to notice them, and America would feel much safer fighting with a better weapon.
Trying to push all that out of his mind, he started focusing around him (and the others), keeping an eye out for any stray zombies. He didn't want to ruin the whole "stealth" part of the mission simply because he was too occupied with thinking about the "what if's".
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Post by England on Dec 31, 2012 2:47:16 GMT -5
As they entered through the area, hugging building walls as not to walk in the middle of the street, England trusted America and Scotland to survey the alleys they brushed by for any shadow dwellers, as his attention was only on Czech Republic's path, and the cars and ground-floor windows around them. He hated it when zombies popped out of nowhere and startled the hell out of him, so he kept a close eye on those spots. Fortunately, it seemed as if the streets were clear enough, though a part of him shuddered at the thought of such meticulous cleanliness. Most probably, in this case, most of the undead were gathered inside their target location, which meant more danger and more work for them.
The travel to the community centre wasn't long, and soon, they found themselves huddled against the last house before the building. Ordering a stop with his hand, England led his team into the front yard of the house and ushered them behind the staircase up to the front door. Crouched there, out of sight from anything prowling the streets, he started giving out his final instructions.
"That's the building. Like I said, we need to get in from the basement windows, because all the first-floor windows are high, and there is no way we're going to waltz into the front entrance. Czech Republic, we need to get in through a window that is easy to slip back out of, just in case we need to backtrack. Argentina, you're bringing up the rear, so close every door we go through, unless they make too much noise, but don't ever lock them, in case we need to make a quick retreat. Also in that case, everybody should fall into a single line, as we'll be aiming to run, and not fight. Asides that, everybody, keep an eye out for windows giving into the hallway. Since it's a community centre, lots of club rooms and such line the hallways, and they usually have some kind of window overlooking the hallways. We'll stick close to walls, and if we pass by those, we'll have to crouch to pass by unseen. Avoid open doors, though it's unlikely that zombies will still be in rooms like that. That's why there probably will be many zombies in the main hallways, since the ones in the open rooms would have wandered into the hallway and would have been forced to turn back at the stairs to the next level."
He looked around his team for any questioning glances, and continued when he felt they were ready for more.
"Czech Republic, generally, staircases are on opposite sides of community centres, so let's try to enter at one of the extremities as our access to the first floor will be much easier that way. Kill any zombie that spots any of you, as their moans will attract others. At some point, we'll have to start opening doors, so when that happens, here's the procedure. Czech, you'll retreat to the back with Argentina to guard the hallway. You two won't enter the rooms we open, unless an emergency situation calls for it. I'll knock on the door before we open it. If zombies are trapped inside, they'll probably come scratching at the door, and we'll know what to expect. Even if we hear nothing, though, let's be on our guard. I'll push the doors open, and if zombies come pouring through, America and Scotland, it's your job to clean up. If none appear at the doorway, I'll enter first, and you two will follow me in triangle formation. We'll scout out the room, and clear it before exploring. Once out, we'll reform the diamond formation and keep going. And of course, as soon as we get inside, let's make the least noise possible. Try not to talk and communicate non-verbally. In cases of emergency, whisper. If a new development arises in need of planning, we'll have to drop into a room and use it to discuss."
He was almost done, and almost felt bad for chittering his team's ears off. Almost.
"Also, have your flashlights out, but off unless necessary, since the power is definitely cut in the building, but we fortunately have windows for at least some light. This could work to our advantage. If we keep quiet and spot zombies before they spot us, we could either sneak up and dispatch them, or duck and hope they pass by without noticing. The entire place will definitely smell of rot, so they won't be able to pinpoint us unless we make noise, or are visible. That's all," he let out a sigh. "Any questions or comments before we go in?"
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