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"Well it's obvious what to do then lets go get the vaccine you coming?" Jack said to the captain."Are you coming?" He said to the rest "and if your coming you should know if you talk about bows again i will shoot you its damn annoying".

Wyatt aimed his pistol at Jack's head. "You won't be shooting anyone. I don't f*cking trust Sora, but I trust you even less. All you've done so far is bring a few hundred zombies down on us." He flicked the safety back on. "The vaccine isn't a straight shot, anyway. Can make the user mentally unstable. And even if you can't be infected, you can sure still be eaten to death." Wyatt pocketed his pistol. "Besides, we're not even sure where in Pennsylvania their HQ is yet."

"Alright, I just wanted to make sure we knew more than you did," The Captain said. "It is all of Pennsylvania that they have as their headquarters. That place is a hellhole. That is, in face, why we haven't advanced yet. Do any of you have questions? Where they zombies came from? Vaccine progression? Anything on America's Finest?" He paused for a moment. "Would you like to join America's Finest?"

Wyatt nodded at each suggested question, and then paused at the last. "...What, exactly, would joining America's Finest imply? Benefits, and...responsibilities?" Gradually, Wyatt reached across his seat and gently grabbed Isabella's hand. He whispered his next words to Isabella, so that nobody but he and her would hear. "I don't want to put you, or Elizabeth at risk. Christ only knows what a bunch of lonely soldiers would want of a couple attractive women." He was frowning, and looked quite visibly concerned and tense.

"Well, all the zombies come from Pennsylvania, except for the people who are bit by them. The vaccine's are risky and disease provoking, though we have some experiments with nanobots currently going on. America's Finest is the first and best defense against the oncoming attackers.

And, our men are the most respected and well mannered troops in all of America, we are America's Finest. You will be given safety if you cannot fight, and you would be responsible for doing what you can do best, that simple."

Sora raised his hand. "Question!" He shouted. "If I join you can I get a bow..?" He then shrugged. "Or anything ranged that isn't a firearm.."

"That would be great," The Captain said, "less supplies we need to use."

"Unless they break of course." Sora stated. "Do you have anything like that?"

"Yeah, I think we have a few bows and arrow," The Captain responded.

Sora squealed in delight. He was going to get a bow! He was happy now.

"Would the rest of you be joining?" The Captain asked, the soldiers were still standing, some slowly lowering their guns.

Wyatt still held Isabella's hand, looking at her, waiting for an answer.

"If Sora is," Burce spoke, looking at his friend. "then I am aswell."

"I guess." said Isabella. I hope they are okay.

"That's great," the Captain said.

Elizabeth asked, "Can you fix my arm?" holding her shoulder.

"We have the potential and supplies to," a man from the crowd peeped up, "But like any surgery there are no guarantees."

"I guess I am going to have to take that chance, I will be joining," Elizabeth said.

The Captain smiled and looked over at Wyatt and Isabella.

He then smiled at Isabella, "Great to have military with us," he responded, and then looked at Wyatt.

"And you?"

Wyatt tightened his grip a bit, squeezing her fingers. "Are you SURE?" He turned his head to Elizabeth. "What about you? Would you feel safe here? Say a soldier gets drunk and decides you're his type..."

He looked back to the captain. "Would we be obligated to stay? Or could we leave if we wanted to, at some point?"

"You would be able to leave," the Captain said, as Elizabeth nodded at Wyatt, "I am okay."

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"We'll if we can still leave then I guess we can stay for at least a bit anyway." said Isabella.

Wyatt nodded at Isabella's decision. He looked down at his hand, and let go of Isabella. "Sorry." he whispered to her quickly. He looked over to the captain. "We're with you. --I'm a vet, so I can help with surgeries, medication, whatever's needed in that regard. --Is there someplace out of the way we should move our helicopter, here?"

"Well... we need to go through with a few registration questions and gifts before we can make you with us. First, who owns the helicopter, Isabella, right?" the Captain asked, as a few soldiers were motioning the group toward the school.

"Yeah." said Isabella.