Dawn of Trust

"A lot of stuff."

Kris brought her attetnion back out at the window as she watched everything speed by.

"Ya mind sharin?"

"Hmm.... well there's the whole cure that I'm trying to work on for the infection. A lot of it is too complicated and confusing if I try to put them into words. Then how to survive through this zombie apocolipse.... and if any of my family of friends have survived at all."

Kris's voice became a little softer asshe mentioned her family and friends.

Garett sighed. "You're gonna run yourself into the ground if ya don't get your mind off of that shit here and there...Ya gotta just relax....Tell ya what, I'll smoke ya out...It'll help ya relax and get some of that shit off your mind."

"Kris smirked and kinda chuckled at what Garett said.

"And how do you think you're going to do that? I'm always thinking about those things practically no matter what."

"Umm Garret try the off button again" Kip laughed at his expense

Garett smiled and looked at her. "One word sweetheart....pot"

"Ok if you aren't going to turn it off then I have to ask you, what made you such a hard ass Garret, because it sure as hell isn't the pot, you must be the maddest stoned person I have ever met, no offense" Kip took another drag of his cigarette while saying this.

"I'm not nice to people I don't trust...So excuse the first day..." Garett then smashed the off button. "God damn button..."

"Maybe we should get that thing fixed, a working radio is essential" he said hitting it on the top he couldn't look into it to fix since he was driving.

Meanwhile Jim went to another station and stole all the guns.

(( Jim if your going to other stations and stuff then your going to be split off from the group, you don't want that ))

"Garett!" Micheal screamed over the radio, his car had been driving behind, and to the right of them, it now flew through the air, soaring over and smashing down on the left side, a Tank bellowed an angry growl, Micheal's car was upside down and a mess of bent and twisted metal, groans and mutterings are the only thing that could be heard on the radio a weak voice spoke up above the static "h....help....Garett...."

"Shit, shit, shit, we have to help" Kip's car skidded to the stop and he jumped out of the car and shot the Tank twice in the abdomen.

"SHIT, MICHAEL!!!!" Garett slid the jeep to a stop, he turned to Kris just before he jumped out. "Stay here and watch the dogs, drive off if the tank heads towards you." Garett jumped out of the jeep and slung his shotgun from his back to his hands. He pumped it and shot a round intot he tanks back, trying to get its attention. "Cmon bitch! Bring it!" Garett unloaded another round into its back. The tank was now angered, it turned and faced Garett. It started to charge... "Perfect...Everyone shoot now!" Garett slung his shotgun to his back. He stood like a wrestler, knees bent...He felt beads of sweat drop from his forehead..."I got this...it's time to ride the bull!" He said loudly to himself.

Kip unloaded a full clip on each guns into the back and a couple hit it in the head.

"Garret be careful"

Kris turned in her seat and lifted the sunroof open so she could get a better view. The dogs below her were whining and hesitating on what to do since the Tank came in. Kris looked down at the dogs and her voice sounded comanding.

"No stay!"

She lept up onto the roof of the jeep to watch what was going on. Micheal was trapped in the metal mess of the car and he needed medical attention from what she heard. Kris went back down into her bag and pulled it over her shoulder as she gets ready to head out into the risky battle field to help Micheal. She lept back up onto the roof and crouched down with her gun ready and fully loaded. She looked over to Ed.

"Ed! We got to get Micheal out of that! He needs help bad!"

Jim turned back.

The tank charged in quickly, swinging its gigantic right arm in Garett's direction. Garett ducked the punch and stabbed into its stomach. The tank withstood the attack and slammed both its hands down at Garett. Garett sidestepped the attack and ran up its arm, he jumped onto its back from there...Clinging onto its neck, he began to dig his knife into his neck and shoulders. "Shoot it!" He yelled as the tank tried to buck him off. can't hang on forever....cmon...drop ya son of a bitch

Jim noticed them fighting a tank. He used his machine gun to shoot it.

Kris took the advantage and shot two bullets at the Tank, each one hitting toward the heart. After she fired, she took the risk and went over to the metal mess that Micheal was trapped in.

"Micheal! Can you hear me?"

Kip was now running towards the Tank he shot it twice more in the head.

"Garret, you dumb son of a bitch" he laughed

"shit, shit, shit, shit!" Garett was bucked off the tank, he flew backwards...The tank spun around and charged at him...."Round two then punk..." Garett readied his pocket knife and stood waiting.

"heh....Kris....im back here" Micheal had crawled out of the car and was sitting behind it, his right arm held several deep gashes and both his legs were filled with jagged strips of metal, his right one especially, he had his Mossberg dangling in his left hand, unavailable for use at this range, the Tank then reoriented on it's original target: Micheal, it charged in slinging the wrecked car away and grabbed Micheal by the injured arm, bone's cracked in its grip, it brought Micheal very close to it's own face and bellowed a warcry

"No you don't!" Garett jumped onto the tanks back, its grip loosened off of Micheals arm. Garett began digging his knife, in and out of its back...He could feel the tank slowing, but its rage would not subside....It kicked and swung and bucked in all directions. "Shoot! SHOOT!"

Kris wne tover to Micheal when he was finally free of the Tank's grip. Some of his injuries would hurt even worse if he was moved again. Now Micheal has a broken arm along with some gashes in his body she has to take care of. When the Tank was getting too close, and Garett was getting about to get bucked off, she reloaded her gun, then shot a few more shots at the heart of the beast, and at it's legs, hoping to disable it.

"Garett! Snap his neck or something! That should paralyze it enough for us to destroy this thing!"