"Yep. That's why it's safe here. I mean, if the army rolls in or anything then I would say we might actually have a problem, but until then we're pretty safe. Oh, did anyone show you the gun room...closet thing?" Adries asked, putting down her soda and getting up to show Lisa.

Ivan drove on. Suddenly, when he got to the Bixler's house, something strange happened:
all the zombies attacking him suddenly shuffled away. They wouldn't go near the house, though they would attack anything trying to get near it like rabid wolves. He got out of the truck, walked up and rang the doorbell.

"No actually. Although Alan said that we'd gather some weapons from there before heading out." Lisa said getting up to follow her.

Christie heard the voices near the other side of the dining room door. Having snuck around back undetected. Counting to three in her head, she put all of her weight onto the door, kicking it open, she lunged for the person closest to the door, putting them into a restraining headlock and holding her Bowie knife close to her neck.
"Am i interrupting something?"

Ivan noticed a banging sound. fearing the worst, he ran around to the side and kicked in the dining room window, the rest of his body following suit. He brought up his pistols to bear and saw Christie holding a Bowie knife to someone's neck. He aimed at the back of Christie's head. "Put the knife down, and your brains don't end up all over the dining room floor." he commanded.

Adries gasped for breathe with the knife against her neck. "Holy shit!" she said, trying to wriggle her way free but stopping when the knife got closer to her neck. "What the fuck is going on!?!?! Shit! Ivan, don't shoot at all! I don't want you to hit me!"

"Good point." Ivan knocked the knife out of Christie's hand, away from Adries while protecting her neck. Ivan then threw Christie to the ground and put her into an arm bar. "What were you doing?" He asked.

Christie couldn't help but laugh. Her arm seized up from the position but she remained relaxed.
"So, Good evening, Miss. Bixler, Lisa, Guy who has personal space issues. How have things been treating you? I was actually looking for Jack. Have you seen him anywhere? We need to talk." She asked her voice teeming with patronizing tone.

"Yeah, nice to see you too," Adries replied, rubbing her neck. She coughed a bit before continuing, "Why in the world would you think Jack was here after he hurt Alan? Alan would have kicked his ass...well, maybe not."

Ivan laughed at Christie's comments. "Funny coming from the chick who just held a knife to my friend's throat. Anyway, what in hell would make you think that Jack would be with us?"

"To be honest, I wasn't expecting you here. See after Jack decided to leave me for dead, i didn't have many ideas about where he would go. He got a head start, alongside a car, I assumed he went to somewhere safe to fix whatever wounds your brother gave him. Oh well, we all make mistakes and about the knife? I'm just quirky like that." Christie replied with some sarcasm.

"Oh, ha ha," Adries replied, turning to the others, "What do we do with her? Can't let her wander about here...Can't let her go. Lucky that you magically found this place, Christie."

Christie tutted.
"Restraining a wounded woman? For shame. And you claim that my actions are immoral. I really can't stay, I have important things on mind and I'm not in the best of moods."

"Well, sorry you're injured but you just tried to kidnap me," Adries responded, having everyone slowly move to the den. "Alright, everyone just calm down. Ivan, be nice and let her go, but keep your gun on her. She seems to only have her knife.

So, what do we all do now?"

Ivan let go, not able to stop himself from uttering a "Woof." He took out his pistol and sat down in a conveiniently placed chair. he kept the pistol aimed steady at Christie.

"Actually. I wasn't planning to kidnap you. I could've just as easily taken Lisa at knife point. I was going to hold you as hostage, take a few guns and then be on my merry way after realizing there was no other reason to be here. But now that you mention it, I could have couldn't I?" Christie explained remaining cool as she paced the living room.

Lisa gave a sigh.
"Isn't there a spare room or somewhere that we can put her for the time being? Or restrain her?"

"I'm in actual shock. You are giving suggestions sister!"

"There are more than enough rooms. It's just they all have windows that she could break out of. I guess we can board one up. The room next to Alan's had only a small window which would be easier to deal with then all the other rooms.

We need to keep her somewhere until we can...do something or other."

She gave another laugh.
"I'm shaking." Christie replied to Adries cockily, taking the seat where Lisa had been sitting earlier;

Adries glared at Christie, getting more annoyed by her smart mouth than almost being kidnapped.
"Argh, the sooner we can put her in that room and away from me the better," Adries said, standing up and walking upstairs. She was able to find a tool box and took a hammer and nails. She walked into the guest room and looked at the small window.

'I doubt anyone can fit through it. Jeez,' she thought as she found some wood and quickly started to nail the window shut.

Lisa watched Christie for a moment as she lit up again. She didn't like the mood she was in. Whenever Christie was in one of those moods, no good would come from it.
"So, Lisa. What is new with my little sister? I remember you watching a million movies about this sort of situation. You must be having the time of your life." She patronized again, taking a short drag from the cigarette.

"Shut up, Okay? We aren't on speaking terms at any time, that doesn't make a difference even now. Your actions are beyond terrible." She replied with a little anger.

"Aw. So that means we cannot reconcile around a group of corpses? That honestly has broken my heart." Christie sneered.

Lisa left, sure that Ivan could probably handle her, she went to the hall wondering where the gun storage was. If she was going to stay here, she'd need one.

Um, wear are they now? did they go back to Uncle AI's house or are they somewhere else?
-The Dumbfounded Director

((Lisa, Alan, Adries, Ivan, and Christie are all in Uncle Al's house. Jack is currently in the abandoned police headquarters and ostracized by the group.))

Adries finished hammering a million boards to the small window, proud of her work. 'Let's see anyone get passed that! I should probably do the other side too. But it's raining...oh well,' she thought, walking out and putting the tools back in the box.

She went back down and saw Lisa going into the hall and followed. "Over here," she said, opening up a locked door, revealing a small room filled with guns and ammo.

"Pretty sure it ain't legal...but whatever."

Lisa's eyes widened at the weapons. She took a liking to the sawed-off shotgun she'd picked up to the side of her.
"To be honest i don't think the law matters anymore. Survival of the fittest and all that jazz." She replied taking some Ammo to put into her bag, deciding to avoid the question of why her uncle needed so many guns.

"Anyway, are we gonna have to move Christie now?"

"Yes. She's starting to annoy. And that place is boarded up tight, and even if she managed some way of removing the boards the little window is too small to climb through. And the door will be locked too," Adries replied, grabbing a pistol and heading back to the den.

"You. Follow," she said to Christie as they led her to the room.

Christie gave another laugh.
"I can't even finish a smoke? Oh, cruel Prison keeper?" She asked following.

"Just Move." Lisa muttered, keeping her hand on the sawed-off.

"The day that i start to take orders from you, is the day that I cut off my own leg for fun." She hissed at Lisa.

"I think we'd find that fun too," Adries replied, opening up the door to the small guest room. "Inside. We'll be keeping watch and figuring out what to do with you. Inside." Christie was led inside and they closed the door, locking it up and putting on the dead bolt.

"Well, now what do we do with her?"

One more thing... What happened to Uncle AI? Did he die? I'm guessing Christie killed him...
-The Questionable Quizzical

((He's just sleeping! He never gets sleep due to always being on constant watch! He's just tired, and there hasn't been loud yelling or anything going on to wake him up.))

Christie stubbed her cigarette on the doorframe before sitting on the bed and leaning back to take the pressure off her stitches. She pulled out her phone and was pleased at the connection.
I will find a way out of here. If not, i will call in reinforcements. Simple.
"See you in a while, girls."

Lisa let out a weary sigh before answering.
"No idea. We could always abandon her somewhere without weapons or something like that, if we can't find any other ideas. I'd say leave her here, but i'd feel bad about leaving her with your Uncle."

"Yeah. Plus then she might get into the guns and stuff. I like your idea of just abandoning her somewhere though. That could work," Adries replied, trying to figure something out. "Or we can just kill her, but I don't think I can do it. Well, maybe. I still like the abandoning. Oh, maybe we can shove her into a horde of zombies!"

"Well she managed to survive when Jack tried to kill her. Maybe abandoning would work out better? Find a nice group of zombies, then Shove!" She couldn't help but laugh.

Christie growled a little at them from inside the room.
Don't worry i'll leave on my own. I won't be going alone either.
She stood and started to look around the guest room, working out some ideas in her mind.

"Haha, yeah. That could work. Maybe we'll leaver her for some boss monsters or something. Tie her down and then let one of them mess with her. They seems to be fun enemies!" she laughed, holding onto the door frame.

"Oh, god! Phew. So, whenever we head back to the school we'll drop her off in a horde or something. Good plan, good plan."

Wiping a tear from her eye from laughing she nodded.
"That's one of the best plans we've come up with for a while. Well that or the most satisfying."

The only way out seems to be the window or the door. The walls aren't exactly paper thin. However there's a vent, thank god for this building being so big. However I can't bet on that working.
Christie lined up her options, her thoughts were broken by her phone. She looked it over seeing it as a message from her superior. She clicked a button to disconnect the signal.

Ivan did not trust Christie not to have a backup plan. He rummaged around in his bag. Using the circuitry he found, he created a simple EMP projection machine. He primed it and activated it. all electronics would be useless within a 10 m. radius. Ivan then sat down and stood guard at the door.

"I think a mix of both, though heading here was certainly the best one we've had by a long shot," Adries said, feeling a bit better. "Alright, we'll have to keep watch over her. We can have Ivan take the first lookout if you want. In the morning we'll tell our plans to Uncle Al then head out. Sound good?"