Kennedy-Leigh McCally
"When you feel like quitting, think about why you started."
Jacob Bennedict
""It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change."
Kennedy had now packed the car with the stuff which she had found from the outdoor store. Alrighty, that was several things off of her list, just a few other things to get. Clark and Donald had wondered off for food and Medication, maybe she should go and grab some clothes. She had already collected coats, scarves, gloves and thermals, so it was just everyday clothing she needed now. Covering the car back over and heading out in to the city, everything was still quite, too quite .... Hunter and Kaisza remained close by her side, following any trails they picked up. Hopefully with these two by her side she'd be safe. Making her way down the street and turning down several of the streets, the only thing she had seen were rats and birds - how interesting. Swinging the spiked, metal club in her hand, she'd stop outside of a large store, which looked like it had some clothing inside. "Jackpot ..." She'd whisper to herself as she pushed the door, which seemed to be blocked by something. Furrowing her brows and growling quietly to herself, Ken would kick the door, sending it backwards - pushing the rubble aside. From inside the store appeared fine, apart from some rubble and glass here and there, along with blood and clothes being threw upon the floor. Hopefully she'd find something decent. With the large, rucksack like bag she had brought, she'd be able to fit a fair amount it. However, that wasn't the problem. Time, and the Z's was. Wasting no time, she hurried in.
Although grabbing clothes was an easy task, she had to take everyone in the group in to consideration. Not their preferences too much, but more of their sizes and what would be most comfortable. Scanning through the shelves and clothes rails, she started in the childs section first. Alrighty, she was unsure on the sex of Tonxs baby, so she'd have to throw lots of different colours and style clothing in. Tops, pants, jackets, coats, shoes, underwear, nightwear and such. Now for their clothing. Pants, tops, jackets, underwear, footwear, hair ties - alright that was it. Now for the guys. Well, it was all similar really; pants, jackets, tops, underwear, socks etc. Before she knew it, she found herself on the top floor, a bag full with clothing. Great. She had been too much involved in the task, she wasn't sure if anything had came in. And by the sounds of her two companions, they weren't alone.
Approaching the escalators, Ken would kneel down, her eyes landing on the culprit. Great, they had been joined by two zombies and one of those dog things. The lifts were broke, so that wasn't an only option, they'd have to go the way they came. They could wait and hopefully they'd leave, or wonder somewhere which would allow them to leave quickly, or they'd have to slaughter them. They'd only cause a scene and draw more unwanted attention. Especially with the way they roared on and such. Well, looks like they'd be fighting their way out. Slinging the rucksack over her shoulder, Kennedy would carefully slide one of the silenced hand guns out of their holsters, the spiked weapon in her other. Her two companions were already ready and rearing to go. She hadn't killed one of these things in a while and honestly, the thought of being able to do so after so long seemed to relief the woman slightly.
Meanwhile, Jake was still back at 'base' with Tonx, waiting for the others to return, and hopefully they would soon. The tall, muscular male had been back and forth to the window several times, checking to see if he was able to see the black Rover cruising through the street, but there was still no sign of it. Ken did say they'd be a few hours, and it had only been an hour so far. However, he did get some entertainment. The window gave him the perfect view of the streets, so ever creature that passed through was open for him to shoot. He had already killed several of these things in the hour. Although he enjoyed shooting these things, he enjoyed the company of Tonxs too. Placing his gun aside, he sat back on the wooden chair, Tebo at his side. "Think they're going to be much longer?" His head tilting slightly as he rank his fingers through his brown, messy hair, then rubbing his hand over the back of his neck.