{Exhausted. The word didn't seem big enough. Every muscle in his body ached; nights spent trying for sleep on a cold, damp cement floor, hours spent running from Ugly Death coming for him or one of their rapidly dwindling number. Hell, he couldn't remember --

-- the last time he'd sat on something that fell somewhere in the realm of comfortable. Their time was running out. Their safe zone shrinking by the minute. How long before Wesker and his squads found their lone sanctuary? Parked in front of the station's lone --

-- functioning radio, he eyed the mic and huffed a sigh, Carlos Oliveira's warning echoing in his head. Umbrella Corporation would triangulate their signal. Red Queen would pick them up in minutes. Gloved fingers drifting for the transmit button, he stilled his hand, --

-- loyalty to Carlos Oliveira making him hesitate. Would #Carlos blame him, if the call brought bad news? What if Daryl Dixon and his group had been taken? What if Alice Abernathy was gone? Jaw tight at the thought, he let out a breath, laying the pad of --

-- his thumb to the button's smooth surface. They had to get out. Carlos Oliveira knew it as well as he did. All they needed was a safe place to land.} This is... {Falling silent, hyper aware that any ident would only make Red Queen's job easier, he straightened --

-- and started again, clinging to hope.} This call is going out to The Archer and his people... The Infected are growing in number. We need to leave. While we still can. We have weapons. Meds. Supplies. Can you offer safe harbor? Eugene Porter Abraham Ford

-- At least inside these walls. {Offering Ada Wong a smile, he pushed to his feet, -- Carina Miller. Carlos Oliveira

-- turning to squint through the gloom for Carlos Oliveira, grin widening as he spotted #Carlos.} -- Ada Wong Carina Miller.

-- All in one piece, brother. I brought someone for Breakfast... Ona otstal slishkom. Ada Wong Carina Miller. Carlos Oliveira

{sends Momma a blanket and a packet of four year old Twinkies, guessing they'd still be edible.} .

The pleasure is mine, @RP_ThugWife. {Nodding briskly, he saluted the beauty, lips tugging up in a grin.} Stay safe out there.

Road Trip to Raccoon City! Follow our #IntoTheFire list to keep tabs! ~ HQ #ResidentEvil #TWD #BPRP

Anyone who stands against that man is a friend of ours. {nods Rick Grimes} x.com/Tingling_Lemon…

{slowly lifting a brow} {beckoning to Carlos Oliveira} {quietly} How do you feel about going for a walk, brother? x.com/RegalRage/stat…

#NewArrivalAlert! ~ Follow Shane Walsh to keep tabs on #Shane and #IntoTheFire! ~ HQ #TWD #ResidentEvil #BPRP

{Brow lifting, he shot Daddy Rick a lopsided grin, snapping off a salute.} Thank you for the follow, miss. Stay safe out there.

It's getting worse, brother. Worse by the hour. {A cocky grin on his face, exhaustion in his eyes, he dropped heavily to a seat opposite Carlos Oliveira and sighed, watching #Carlos' face.} Wesker's squads are patrolling and people... Well. If they're not --

-- terrified, they're disappearing. Snatched off the street before the Dead can pull them. There's talk of them being /used/. Experiments, brother. No better than rats. {Pushing sweat dampened hair away from his face, soot and dirt covered gloves leaving a smear --

-- across his skin, he looked away, steeling himself for the resistance he was altogether certain Carlos Oliveira was about to push in his direction.} We're nothing but targets here, Carlos. The Dead will, eventually, get through our gates. Or Wesker will wait --

-- us out. Pick us off on supply runs. Snatch up the starving. We need to take our people and /leave/. Get out of the city. While it's still our choice to make. {exhaling} Those people. Abraham. Daryl. Do we have anyway to reach them? Carlos Oliveira