Full stomach and a new base.. [FIVE GROUP ONLY]

Heather smirked a bit at the child of their group's reaction, refusing to put on the clothes. "You'll die without em'." She hissed, not letting her cold side stray her. "And, Fel - it isn't me not letting you kill them. It is you being too slow," She said with a sarcastic grin. "They have plenty of food, I can literally smell it." She said hungrily, her blue optics trained on the ground. "I can take first watch."  Heather nodded, "Good plan. I will take second, let me know when you feel you've had enough." She slowly walked off in search of food, clothing and weapons.

Heather came back about thirty minuets later, three guns, a knife, and a small pitchfork like object - the size of her arm was in her hands. "They where wealthy, all right." She murmured. "They have a hell load of food too," She said with a grin, "This could last us about a month or so. Her speaking was straight for the hunter, her second hand leader. She tossed her a gun, kept a gun for herself and handed out the rest of the weapons. "Foods up stairs. They hid it." She rolled her eyes. "And there are fresh clothes that no one has used in what seems to be years in the attic - but I am not entirely sure the attic is safe or stable." She crossed her arms and tapped her foot.

"We might want to start some training, we wont have too much time to rest - we need to get to America fast. The doctors could be ours and we could have seven people." She shrugged. "Or we could kill off two of the weakest." She said, glancing at no one in particular. It would be better when they where the only group on earth that knew the cure. They would be wealthy and just plain powerful..

Sound interrupted her, she turned. A large dog was face to face with her, a normal dog - not infected. It was a retriever, it's tail was wagging and it's ears where up. It had grungy yellow ivories and it's pink tongue was lolling from it's mouth. It's fur was silhouetted with dust and the rays from the holes in the ceiling. It's tag read, 'Zipper.'  It barked, and started towards the group - full running pace.

"Crap," Heather pointed her gun at the floor and shot. A large bang sounded as the bullet hit the tile floor and ricochet off. Both dog's came to a halt, Heather's aim was pointed at the lab, she hadn't known this dog - Zeb was a trusted member of their group, it would take him attacking either Fel or herself to kill this dog, but either way the dog adored them both. "Should I shoot?" She asked, the lab was now whimpering and Zeb was snarling, baring the whitest of ivories. The light flashed off them and made them twinkle, he really was a beautiful dog.

Heather leaned over to pet the lab, it winced at the touch but then allowed her to stroke back the short fur. She shrugged and glanced back at Fel, "It doesn't seem hostile - what do you think?" She asked, she would care more about the dog's death then any person she just came across, animals where friendlier then most human. Heather shrugged again and soon felt the warm saliva of the dog, it's tongue rasping over her hand for her to pet it again. She dismissed the dog and continued to stare at Fel, who seemed to have a hard time in deciding. "It might come in handy." She said. "If it lived here, you know. Maybe if we are lucky it knows it's way to where dog food or treats are. Zeb would enjoy that."

Heather nodded and lowered her gun, soon strapping it into her belt and sighing. "Well then, Zipper. Welcome to Five." She laughed, petting the dog who soon jumped up and licked her nose. She grinned but pushed the dog down seeing the hostile glare of Zeb when the lab jumped on one of his leaders.

"We should keep our eyes on these two until they get along," she said. Her gleaming blue eyes where like shattered glass, piercing and ready to sink itself into flesh. "If Zipper here makes any false moves, I think we both agree that I will have to put a bullet in it's head." With that the dog backed up and sat, dipping it's head at it's new masters. Heather grinned in satisfaction.

A loud shriek of a child - the one who was sent to the attic was roaring in Heather's ears, "Damn it, c'mon!" She grunted and took off - running upstairs on her toes. Her black boots squeaked on the tile then clomped on the hardwood. They made it up the rickety stairs and toward the attic. But they weren't quick enough. A child's body was half through the floor of the attic, blood gurgling from his mouth and green oozing from his eyes. "Shit, he was infected?!" Heather was furious, "He must have been bit and hadn't told us.." She stomped her foot, aimed her gun and took out half his face. "Shit.." She murmured again and gathered the clothes, "At least it wasn't anyone we cared about."