Ryoga

"Uhmm...Well, Sure, but if we go into the sewers...won't we be trapped? It has at most two, maybe three exits, and they're rare..if were cornered without an exit....Uh...nevermind...I uh...Yeah, sounds good. i'm r-right behind you."

Kyle lost all conviction to suggest any revisements, he was still scared witless and was fine with following others. He checked to make sure his bag had all of it's contents and decided to pay attention again to the situation at hand. he tightly gripped his bat and looked around, the things drew closer....

Kyle pulled a wooden baseball bat out of his bag while everyone discussed. He realized he had just gotten here and didn't have too much authority to suggest anything, so he would just comment here and there on what he thinks would be a good idea, though there was one thing nagging him.

"I....I don't think we should split up, were a small group, and we can't be making ourselves any smaller...uhmm....Ah...I think we should keep on the move. After all the commotion, those...things are bound to swarm here. We should take the dead guys and toss them as bait one way while we go the other. Kyle looked towards the..things, again and realized his legs shaking. He crouched down slightly and planted his hands above his kneecaps, trying to calm down.

This is just like those Zombie movies! were all going to die except for one or two people! Thoughts like these screamed throughout Kyle's head as he kept in a crouch position. His bat now resting on the ground. Once he had somewhat regained his composure he picked up his bat and weighed it in his hands. The thought of crushing another humanoid skull with it was something he thought he'd never do outside his T.V and video games.

Kyle's thoughts were all of the place, he felt like an egg thrown against the ground on a 100+ degree day. He thought he went unconcious, though he wasn't sure as everything was basically a blur, it took him 10-15 seconds to regain his site and any coherent thoughts. He could hear the yelling of a couple people, and light, shambling footsteps. Kyle looked around and tried to grab hold of the situation. Blood coated his lip and he could taste the bitter iron taste of blood, he legs were numb from being on the ground so long and his head and body ached from the impact.

What the hell happened....did we hit something? Kyle tried to lean up, to almost no avail. All he could hear were the....Zombies and some other humans. The thought of the things of his nightmares and attention for the past five or six years, being alive frightened him. He knew he had to act quick.

"HEY! Anyone out there!?" He was yelling desperately, Despite the fact it would attract...Them he didn't care, the crash and fire fight were probably already enough to draw their attention.

"Help me out here!"

All Kyle could do was wait, and hope they heeded his call.

((OOC: Ok, you guys, i'm making Kyle be the only one aloud to call the zombies zombies, as his character seems to be slightly paranoid aboutn them and it fits, Ryoga btw, the zombies aren't like that at all, but if you keep mentioning other zombie films it will develop the paranoid side of your char ))

((That's the idea, He's watched so many movies and read so many of the books, he only thinks of them as zombies, he hasn't seen much of them yet, but when he get's out and sees more, his demeanor will change.
Sorry for the OOC.))

In the back of the jeep Kyle squirmed. He had been bound up with duct tape and bundled in the back of the car. No he could here it jaining speed and the sound of gunfire.

Kyle tried to shake himself free to no avail. He had been in here ever since those damn bikers started, and it was getting hot. It was a mixed blessing though, while he had men with guns and a vehicle basically protecting him, he was also bound and at the mercy of the....Zombies? if they did happen to pass. He looked around, or at least tried, he could see his bat bag from baseball practice, if only he could get to it....

He tried, and failed, he just let his head against the floor tried listening. He had heard gunfire from the Bikers, probably not the best thing, considering it would attract more of....them, but after a little while longer he realized that someone was attacking the bikers by the same means. He heard a few shouts, thinking it was the bikers and became worried. Maybe the guys they were fighting were worse? maybe it was smart zombies, like in George Romero's Land of the Dead?! His teeth chattered and he grew cold with sweat. The only thing he could do was wait, wait for his demise. He closed his eyes, maybe if he was asleep it wouldn't be as bad.

No luck, his nerves wouldn't let him sleep, and the gunfire was no help. Kyle Ground his teeth, he tried to shake himself out again, this time more violently, shaking the back of the jeep this time, not caring if they noticed. He wanted to live. After some time he grew tired and decided to rest, though it wasn't truely rest, for his mind kept racing.

(thanks for the intro pastinator, and hey guys.)