In The End ~Actual RP~

Santana didn't know if she was prepared for what might be down there, but they needed supplies. "Cole, maybe we should just take Will's advice," she told him "I don't want another person to die.' She quietly mumbled that part, not wanting to think of what had just happened.

 

Will had become angry. "It's fine, we can give him a burial, but don't be stupid. These things watch you, absentmindedly marking your habits. if you stay here for a week they will start to gather by the end. I still say we bury him, raid this place and recollect for the night AND get the hell outta dodge!" He snapped, looking around to make sure they were still safe for the time being. "I understand you just lost the last sense of security and home you have, but make it so that you don't need them and surviving will be a hell of a lot easier." He said.

 

Will shook his head. "Let's just make it through the night before we start killing each other..." He breathed, heading towards the trunk of his impala. He lifted the lid and opened the secret compartment in the bottom, dumping his personal firearms in it before putting any others on top of it. He then grabbed two shovels and shut the lid, making sure his .45 was still in his belt. As he strode towards Cole he tossed him a shovel. "Let's get started." He said, preparing himself for a process that he hadn't had to do in a long time.

 

Rev's motorcycle crept up upon the crew with no one on it, a small speaker crackled as Rev's voice came on, "Will, Santana, Cole... me and William have some...err... problems so we'll be late, the groans of the undead were heard upon the speaker as well as gunshots. "Were perfectly fine so don't worry..." he said with a small hint of fear.

 

Santana wanted to help bury Shuya but, she didn't know if she could handle that.there wasn't even another shovel or anything for her. Then she heard the radio with Rev talking. "I dint think they're ok,," she said with a little anxiety in her face. "Maybe we should help them before we do this."

 

Will slammed his shovel into the dirt, pulling a blanket and his Winchester 1887 sawn off from the trunk. He grabbed a handful of shells and put them into his pocket before tossing it into the car, wrapping the blanket around the body and pulling it out, setting it by Cole. He then jumped into the car and flipped on his police radio. "Rev, where are you exactly. I'm on my way." He said, pulling the car back before peeling away from the site, looking in the mirror at Santana before leaning out the window. "I'll be back, I promise." He said, revving the car and taking off. He then grabbed the radio mouthpiece again. "Rev, exact location, now!"