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Ford stroles into the CarPark slowly brandishing a small black tape.

Ford : Hey guys, i brought a mixed tape.

his large bag weighing down on him with the amount of sheer raw power on his back and hidden.

Ford: we in the police van? im on Shotgun!

*Mike spots Ford walking down the steps
Mike:Hey there Ford, should of known you who be first to come,heh heh
*Mike looks at the tape and lets out a little laugh
Mike:What do you think this is,A trip to summer camp...dont suppose you have a rent in that bag too?
*Mike laughs again
Mike:Got a while to wait probably....
*Mike offers Ford a cig
Mike:Smoke?

Ford: when i can, but ive got something better in the bag, make this lil trip alot more relaxing.

Pulling out a large bag of green of grass.

Ford: Fancy a spliff?

Mike:Ford Im a cop I cant smoke that shit Ill get fire...*Mike realises that half the town have become flesh eating monsters
Mike:Yeah go ahead infact
*Mike gets a big grin on his face
Mike:This is sure going to bring me back....

*zeke walks up to the two

zeke:hey guys im here.what are you doing?
wrong time to take that isnt it.

*As Mike is rolling he notices Zeke
Mike:We might not get back you do know that, So this may be the last good itme I could have....It will take my mind off the pain for a while
*Mike lights up and sits down against the wall
Mike:Your a kid, you smoke this or just cigs?

zeke:he i might die soon.give me some

Mike:Thats the spirit *Mike takes some tokes then hands zeke the spliff*
Mike:SO right,I never got why the fucking things came here I mean its just pointless, WHY DEALOCK.......there must be some reason....there must be!...Pass it back
*Mike holds back his tears while thoughts go through his mind...his family....his friends...his partner...."Was going to propose soon.." he thinks to himself. He soon forgets all the bad thoughts as he smokes more and they become little bubbles of light all around him...

((Ray, please make your posts longer than one line...please

((rayzerblayze said what he needed to say, so let's leave that be))

Xander was in the shop, shooting at the zombies that were roaming the mall grounds. He pulled the trigger on another zombie, and smiled as he saw it's head dissapear. The rifle's bolt locked open on an empty magazine.

Xander: time to reload...

*reaches into pouch for another magazine and stops. searches the other pouches*

Xander: aww shiite. I only have one clip left. Damn I'm an idiot, why wasn't I keeping track!

*Checks to see that the zombies weren't coming to get him

Xander: stupid buggers. Well, nothing else to do. May as well clean my guns...

*He field strips his rifle and begins to clean it - but keeping an ear open in case he might need to use his sidearm...

NG account: -Zeke-
Age: 20
Character Name: Gabriel Dourdois
Character age: 23
Weapons: Various knives, silenced 9mm pistol and a 5 shaku Katana
Area: N/A, Wanderer
Appearance: 6'5, medium built with short dark brown hair and grey eyes. Wears a long, flowing, hooded black cloak all of the time.
Brief Bio: The sort of guy that you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley... come to think of it, you wouldn't want to meet him anywhere. Gabriel is notorious for his apparent lack of any social skills. He rarely bestows trust upon others, and when he does, it's done grudgingly. However, if you manage to make friends with him and there is nothing he wouldn't do for you. Terribly skilled with any object that possesses a blade of some description. Don't ask why; you really don't wanna know...

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A swish followed by the sickening sound of crunching bone filled the street as Gabriel swung his Katana into the ribcage of the foul beast that had decided to ambush him. The creature began to fall backwards, but before it's body managed to reach the ground, a knife buried itself within it's throat. The monster gargled; a bubbling, choking noise, twitched, and then finally lay still.
Gabriel's face contorted with disgust as he bent over the beast's body to retrieve his knife. He withdrew it sharply, cleaned it, and returned it to it's rightful place within his cavernous cloak. He resisted the urge to kick the corpse that lay beside him, and settled for spitting on it instead.

"Stupid piece of shi-"

A shuffle. To his left.

Gabriel rose quickly, scanning around him. There's another...
But where?

It leaped from the shadows on his right, pitching him to the floor before bounding off into the darkness again. Gabriel stood quickly, just as it launched another attack, this time from his front.
And this time he was prepared.
He raised his blade horizontally in front of him. The animal grabbed it with both hands. Blood issued forth from them, spattering Gabriel's face as he drew his pistol and fired 3 rounds into it's stomach at point blank range. The monster howled and lept backward, apparently unharmed by a wound that would prove fatal to a normal organism.
Gabriel rushed forwards, delivering a kenji which clove the creature's left arm off at the elbow. The creature barely flinched.
What the fuck?!
The beast lashed out, but Gabriel dodged it's attack with lightning speed.
He smiled in triumph - before the creature landed a kick on his left shoulder that he never saw coming. He rolled to his feet and hurled a knife into it's right eye. The monster howled and Gabriel pressed his attack. His Katana sliced through the creature's remaining hand, then swooped downwards, cleanly removing it's legs. Blood fountained from the creature as it fell, squirming upon the cold, hard tarmac. Gabriel drew his pistol and pumped 2 rounds into it's head.

For good luck, he thought, and fired again.

zeke is basicly crying

zeke:man thst stuff is strong.at least you had a family i had to bring myself up.anyway there has to be some way to beat those things.

((by the way,what other vehicles are there))

((Thanks))

*Nick stands in his front hall, thinking about what to do as his hand taps on his pistol that is in his pocket as a make-shift holster. He finally decides to grab some supplies and strike out for the police station. He grabs his bookbag and fills it with bottled water, some food, and some tools (hammer, screwdriver, and a wrench). All loaded up he heads for the front door and takes one last look around.

Nick: No turning back now.

*Unholstering his gun, Nick steps outside and makes for the police station, one block away. Suddenly, Nick hears footsteps. Alot of footsteps.

Nick: Shit.

*Coming up are at least 10 of the creatures. Nick breaks into a run toward the police station's carport entrance.

Nick (Thinking)* Maybe I can find a car to run in, or other survivors.

*As he nears the entrance, Nick yells out.

Nick: Help me! Anyone! They're right behind me!

*Firing wildly over his shoulder, Nick sprints down the entrance ramp.

Man, this'll take a bit to clean...
Gabriel lamented over the blood spattered down his front. It smelt weird, and was drying to form an unsightly black mess on his front.
What was going on? How had the world suddenly changed? Gabriel knew that he would remember how something this big had happened but...

... he couldn't remember what he was doing before it happened...

A voice in the distance rang out, shrilly:
"Help me! Anyone! They're right behind me!"

Shit
Gabriel dashed away.
Where is he?
"Anyone?"
Gunshots.
"Please!"

Gabriel skidded round a corner to see a man wearing dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt running down into a police station carport; holding a pistol and firing blindly over his shoulder.
9 beasts were following him. One had fallen to his gunfire.
Gabriel dashed towards the carport. The beasts had followed the man inside. He snuck in, drawing a knife and his pistol.
There they are.
He took careful aim. 2 silenced shots burst from his gun, plunging into 2 monsters heads. Gabriel moved quickly, stalking through the shadows.
More gunshots from the stranger's pistol. Another beast as still.
Gabriel rounded a corner and collided with the brown eyed man. They looked at each other for the briefest of moments then turned as the creatures came into view.
"Well, this will be interesting," muttered Gabriel, now drawing his Katana.
"Indeed." the stranger replied.

Stranger: Well this will be interesting.
Nick: Indeed

*As the six remaining creatures come closer, Nick recalls the lessons in firearms his father taught him. Taking aim, he blew a hole between one of the remaining creature, five left. The stranger slowly squeezes his guns trigger, one more down. Nick takes aim again, but the gun clicks on empty.

Nick: Ah shit. I gotta reload.

*Ducking to one knee, Nick fumbles in his other pocket for another clip. Horror grips him as he only feels one out of the four he took. He sees the other three lying behind the remaining fo...(stranger shoots again)THREE creatures.

Nick: Dammit Rams the clip into the gun

*There is only two left as Nick and the stranger fire almost simutaniouly, taking out the last of them. Nick and the stranger look at each other. Nick studies him, they look similar, although he is wearing a strange cloak and carrying a sword.

Nick: I owe you big time. I'm Nick, who're you?

Gabriel narrowed his grey eyes at Nick as he pressed the cartridge release on his 9mm.
It fell to the floor with a clatter and the din resonated throughout the silent carport. He put his hand into his cavernous cloak and drew out a fresh cartridge which he slapped into the firearm with practiced ease.
Gabriel reached back into the cloak to holster the gun and sheathed his Katana.

"You don't owe me anything," he said slowly.
Nick arched an eyebrow.
"What, so you do this short of shit for a living? Come on, you just helpe-"
Gabriel threw his head back and laughed. It was not a comforting sound, but rather a cold and contemptuous cackle, which echoed around the car park.
Nick scowled.
Finally, Gabriel spoke again, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"You amuse me, which is a rare thing for anyone to do." He shifted uneasily. "I'm Gabriel."
He offered Nick a gloved hand. The way he did it seemed... unnatural; as though it wasn't something he did often...

NG account: m-93_black_arrow
Age: 14
Character Name: david
Character age 23
Area: davids home
Weapons: colt 45.
Appearance: medium brown hair hasel eyes wearing a sleeveless tank top, jeans and a denim jacket
Breif Bio: david is a plumber but knows how to shoot a gun straight

(( and by the way do i start in the same place as you guys are ? ))

((if you start at where we are you have to make a good appearance so we know youre there and can help you.))

david runs around the corner

david: oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit

a zombie follows him

david quickly turns round to face the zombie and plugs a single shot to the zombies head and it slumps to the ground then david turns to face everyone else

david: hello there good to see some other suvivors

zeke walks over to david.

zeke:hi nice to meet you.im zeke dont mind us were trying to ,live life as much as we can before its over,care to join us.

zeke passes david the spliff.
zeke:your choice.

david: thanks i've been needing this

takes a puff of the spliff

David: ahh thats the shit.. so where are we i didnt notice i was running too fast

(( I do belive you've comandeered my middle name, rayzerblayze *laughs* ))

(( oh and one last thing what if i go to sleep in real life or i cant reply ))

((sorry dude.that was the first name that came into my head.))

zeke:were in the police station car park.lukily its underground and big.were hoping some more survivors will keep coming more come every hour and then we make a move for it in the vehicles in a convoy.pick what you want but i get the swat car.

*Nick shook Gabriel's hand, frowning slightly at the way he did it. It seemed almost as if he had never done it before.

Nick: Well, I'm glad to see I'm not the only one left around here without a taste for flesh.
Walks over to get the clips he dropped.

*As Nick reaches down for the clips something doesn't feel right. He stands up and walks back over to where his pack had fallen off when he dropped to reload.

Nick: When I got back up after I reloaded, I saw there was two creatures left, but when I ducked, there was three. I don't remember hearing you shoot, and all the bodies around here have no sword or knife wounds. Counts the bodies quickly. OH SHIT!! We missed one!

*Just then, the last creature rears its head behind Gabriel. Nick stares in horror at it. Half its face looked chewed on, the other half was rotting away. He takes aim over Gabriel's shoulder, while Gabriel stares at him.

Nick: DUCK!! Fires

*Gabriel hits the ground as the final creature recieves a brand new hole and succumbs to the bullet.

Nick: Offers his hand to Gabriel You okay?

Gabriel glanced at Nick's outstretched hand. He ignored it and got up on his own. He straightened and arched his back.

I'm fine," he said, dusting off his jeans.
He arched his back again. This time, something clicked.

"I guess that finding one another proves that there is a remote possibility of there being other survivors. Do you know how to hotwire a car kid? We should try as many as possible; see if we can't get us a set of wheels and-" he stopped suddenly.

"What?"
"Ssh! Ssh!" hushed Gabriel, urgently.
Nick listened. He could hear it now, too. A distinct thudding from within the depths of the carport, as though something was jumping around.

He glanced sideways at Gabriel, who nodded slowly at him. Nick looked down at his trouser pockets and drew his pistol. He looked to his side for Gabriel, but he had gone...

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Melting into the shadows had always been on of Gabriel's strong points. He was good at only making himself seen when he wanted to be.

But where did I learn how to do it? How did I learn how to do it?

Thinking about it only made him feel dizzy, so Gabriel focused on finding whatever was down at the other end of the carport. He slid from cover to cover, silently, in an almost feline fashion.
He ducked behind a car, his back pressed against the trunk. Suddenly, from the other side, he heard a loud thud. A creature had landed upon the bonnet. Gabriel could hear it drawing breaths; long, deep and laboured they seemed.
Gabriel allowed himself to get up ever so slightly, to get a glimpse of the creature.
Then he saw it.

It was hideous, with large powerful legs like a frog's, the arms and torso, face of a human but with eyes like some kind of perverted, reptile.
It didn't look zombified like the other creatures. It was some form of sick, mutated person.

Ugly bastard, thought Gabriel as he drew 2 knives and prepared to strike.

*He looks at mike zeke and ford smoking some shit from teh darkness and starts walking. Mike turns around and sees him and starts laughing cause he is as high as the clouds*
Elisey: WHAT THE FUCK GUYS!?!?!?!?!?!
Mike: What?
Elisey: How come u didnt mention to me that u had some green shit in this place.. Shove over and give me some of it
*MIke hands Elisey a joint. Elisey lets out a sigh. Elisey feels the glare of Fords eyes on him so he says*
Elisey: Yes I killed Brian but i did it for the good of the group... not only was he not going to let us go but also kill us. and guess what its his body we are sitting on right now!
((D00g what is ur problem with my char?))

*Not moving, not wanting to attract whatever the hell had jumped around, Nick looked all over the carport for Gabriel, but he had vanished.

Nick: Damn, where'd he get off to? Oh well, I'm pretty sure he'll be alright, still it'd be nice to have some company that wasn't trying to kill me.

*Nick pointed his pistol, silently cursing himself for not remembering a flashlight. Walking slowly toward the first car he saw, a black-and-white cruiser, he tried the door, locked.

Nick: Dammit, well let's hope I'll have better luck on car number two.

*The next one proved to be better luck. Opening the door, Nick found a shotgun lying on the passenger side. Hardly believing his luck, he grabbed it. Feeling it's weight, he guessed it was fully loaded. Grinning he holstered his pistol and set the shotgun back on the seat. Climbing in now, he opened the glove compartment and discovered three more clips for his pistol, a road map, and....

Nick: whispering Car keys. And, hello what do we have here?

*Nick pulls out the keys and the other thing. Grabbing the small, back-up flashlight off the dash, he inspected it. A radio.

Nick: whispering YES!

*Nick took the clips, the radio, the flashlight and the shotgun. To make room, he put the tools from his house onto the patrol car's floor stuffed the radio and the extra clips which wouldn't fit into his pants into his pack. Now, he carefully inserted the key into the ignition and turned quickly. The engine turned.

Nick: whispering Ah yea!

*Nick turned around to where the sound came from, and where he assumed Gabriel went started out. Holding the shotgun in both hands and the flashlight between his teeth.

((I have no idea where anyone else is. I know me and zeke are in the police station's garage, but where's everyone else? I'm assuming the mall's garage?))

Gabriel rose and and quick as a flash threw the knives at the creature's head.

But they never landed.

The sound of an engine roaring into life elsewhere in the carport attracted it's attention.

Shit, the kid. It'll kill him.

Thinking fast, Gabriel loosed a couple of rounds into the beast.

With lightning speed it wheeled round, lept over him and landed a devastating kick on the small of Gabriel's back. He stumbled forwards a few paces before falling to the floor hands first, scoring deep gashes into his gloves.
Momentarily stunned by the pain and surprise at the monster's agility, he lay motionless. The beast bounded around, ready to attack again.
Gabriel rolled over an levered himself half upwards. But the creature lept at him again, landing upon his rising shoulder and then bouncing off again.
"Shi-it..." Gabriel groaned through gritted teeth.

He got up while the beast had it's back turned on him and hurled 2 more knives in it's direction. The beast began a dodge, allowing it to escape one of the knives. The other however, mangaged to hit home and bit deep into the flesh of the monster's back. With that, it lept upwards. Gabriel blinked.

It had gone.

Fuckshitfuckshitfuckshit...

Then something liquid dripped onto his shoulder. He looked at it quickly.

Blood.

The ceiling.

Too late. The beast dropped onto him, driving him to his knees. Gabriel roared in anger, and fell onto his back, squashing the monster. It squirmed to get free, and Gabriel rolled swiftly away.
A car door slammed. It was Nick. The creature turned to glare in the direction the sound had come from. Gabriel took hold of the knife buried in it's back and raked it downwards. Blood spurted out from the wound at high pressure and the monster kicked backwards, hitting him in the chest. He staggered back, but caught his balance on a supporting pillar.

"Where are you, you shit?" he bellowed, drawing his Katana.

Of course. The ceiling again.

Gabriel looked around and sure enough saw a trail of blood on the floor.

Uh-oh...

"Kid, incoming!"

A huge gunshot resonated through the complex, and Gabriel dropped his Katana, clapping his hands to his ears.

Man, instant migrane...

He picked up his sword and tried to hear past the incessant ringing in his ears, following the trail of blood.
It ended at what looked like the site of a shadow explosion. Thick, black blood coated the walls and Nick, who was standing with a shotgun in his hands, was grinning like a maniacal hyena.

"Pretty cool, huh?"

Gabriel laughed. This time it was a rich, warm laugh.

"Yeah it is prett- Owch! Shit..."

"You okay?"

"Ye, I'll live. Had a bit of a wrestle with your playmate back there..."

"Not much left of him now," said Nick, pointing absent mindedly to a ragged bloody mass that Gabriel assumed was now the creature.

Gabriel smiled.

"I see you've got us some wheels too? Might wanna put 'em through the wash on the way," he retorted, looking at the blood spattered car. "I'll get my knives. Then we'd best get go..."

His voice trailed off.

Nick looked puzzled for a moment, then he traced Gabriel's line of sight. There were zombified humans shuffling down the entry ramp. Lots of them.

Gabriel started walking towards the zombies, cleaving the air in figure-of-8's before him with his Katana.

"Hope you've got a decent number of cartridges for that beast," he stated, grimly.

"Enough to do the job," replied Nick as he reloaded the shotgun.

"Good. Who's up for round two then?"

Nick smiled. Beset by mindless zombie creatures on every side, accompanied by a strange killer and holding a fully loaded, kickass shotgun.

There was something funny about it... laughing in the face of possible death.

Well, I just hope I won't be doing the dying...

((-Zeke- you are some kinda story teller :D.))

*Holding his shotgun alongside Gabreil, who's holding a sword, Nick couldn't help but smile. With the boom of his first shot that took out the reptile thing still ringing in his ears, and still riding his adrenaline high he felt on top of the world. Albeit a world with zombies and mindless freaks that is.

*Nick slung the shotgun over his shoulder, silently blessing whoever fixed on its shoulder strap. Pulling out his pistol, Nick ejected the clip, stuffed it in his pocket and slammed home a new one, while Gabriel looked at him as though he was crazy.

Nick: Those things are too far away, the shot would spread out too much to do any good.

*Nick and Gabriel advanced towards the horde, Nick's gun booming and Gabriel's katana singing, the zombies fell like bowling pins. Reaching the car, Gabriel jumped into the passenger side through the driver's door as Nick threw his pistol into the car, brought the shotgun to bear, and blew two zombies away.

Nick: Cover me while I get in.

*Gabriel grabbed Nick's pistol and shot a zombie that went to bite Nick as he slid in. Nick threw the car into reverse, plowed through the horde, slammed it into drive and up the ramp to safety.

Nick: They don't come much closer than that.

Gabriel: No they don't... ough.

Nick: Check under your seat, there should be a first-aid kit.

*Gabriel disinfects and bandages his cuts and scrapes while Nick thinks out loud.

Nick: I got six full clips for my pistol, plus whatever's left in the one I stuffed in my pocket. Two bottles of water, some lunch meat, a block of cheese, no bread though. The tools on the floor, whatever's in this car and its trunk. My shotgun is minus two rounds. We're both OK. Oh, and the car is full of fuel and whatever your carrying on your person. And that's everything.

Gabriel: It's not much. We'd best get some supplies. You know the best part about all this?

Nick: The zombies? Oh no that fucking reptile thing. Or maybe the fact that they all want a piece of us. And I don't mean in a fight.

Gabriel: Nope, the fact that the ecomony has gone all to shit. It's 100% off, and Five-Finger Discount day at all stores. Care for a shopping spree.

Nick: Laughs Would I? Anyway, if a dumbass like me survived, then there has to be others around, we need to find them.

Gabriel: Agreed, let's start with the radio.

*Gabriel takes the mike and Nick helps him with the radio's controls. Suddenly they here a voice.

Voice on Radio: Mall is doing well on food <static> their defence <static>...and <static> help <constant static>.

Nick: That, does NOT sound good.

Gabriel: On the contrary, there was no screaming, which means that they are still OK. Also they said they have food, which we need. Finally, where else could we find suppiles than the mall?

Nick: With the added bonus that its already been secured for us, and the radio's just rolled out the welcome mat.

Gabriel: You know, it would be rude to refuse.

Nick: Wouldn't dream of it.

*Nick guns the car and they head for the mall.

The car sped away from the carport, screaming it's nuts off in third gear.

"Put it into fourth, kid. It'll save us the petrol."

The car jerked as Nick viciously changed gear, almost pitching Gabriel onto the dashborad.

"Next time, I'll drive."

"Sorry."

"Nah, s'okay. So, any ideas where this mall is then?"

Nick looked across at Gabriel, momentarily stunned.

"What?"

Nick raised an eyebrow.

"Surely you know? I mean, don't you live round 'ere?"

Gabriel shook his head and winced. It hurt quite a bit.

"So where are you from then?"

"I'm from..." he paused.

Where am I from?

"I'm from..." he began again.

"Well?"

Gabriel's face contorted with frustration.
Think, think, think...

"I don't remember..."

Nick's jaw practically hit the floor of the car. He just looked at Gabriel and blinked.

"Uh, kid. The road?"

Nick shook his head and focused on driving. Well, half focused.

"Okay, are you from New York?"

Now it was Gabriel's turn to arch an eyebrow. He shook his head and then closed his eyes; deep in thought.

"What? I'm just trying to help! Louisiana?"

"No."

"Texas?"

"No."

"Los Angeles?"

Gabriel's eyes snapped open. Images flooded into his head.
White, black.
Not of a place.
Tall, shapely, slender.
But of a person.
Green eyes, half white hair, half black.

Beautiful.

Always yours, always.
I know.
Good. Don't forget.
I won't.

But I have forgotten

"Ayngel..." he muttered.

"Angel? Where the heck's that?"

"No! No! Ayngel isn't a place, Ayngel is a person..."

"So who is this bloke?"

Gabriel frowned.

"Ayngel is a woman."

"How long have you known her?"

"I don't know."

Nick grimaced.

"You don't know much, do you?"

Gabriel allowed himself to grin.

"Nope."

"Okay, that's a good start. So then how did-omygod!"

Nick stopped the car. Ahead was the city centre.

Apart from it looks like a few hundred bombs have been dropped on it...

The buildings were in a terrible state: many were in flames, most had been completely destroyed.

"Drive on. Nowt else for it."

The streets were lined with rubble, destroyed bits and pieces, smashed up cars...

And corpses. Lots of corpses.

Nick looked frighteningly pale. Gabriel admitted to himself that he wasn't feeling too good either.

"Wait!" cried Nick, panic creeping into his voice. "How do we know that these are just bodies and not, well, zombies?"

"I don't know. Want me to drive?"

Nick swallowed. "Yeah..."

"I'll take us through here. You can have the wheel when we're out. Just tell me where to go."

Nick pulled over so they could swap seats. Guns in hand, they got out. Nick looked behind him and gasped.

"Hey! A sports store! They may have stuff we can use! Hunting knives and stuff!"

"Will you be okay?" Nick looked as though he was getting paler by the second.

"I'll be fine. Supplies're more important at the mo'."

They both went inside. It was terribly eerie. While the building had been reasonably damaged...

They picked up some javelins, bags to carry supplies, and a large quantity of camping blades.
"You have them," Gabriel had said. "I've got plenty of my own... Wait a second..."

Nick flinched, expecting some horrid creature to leap out from somewhere.

"There are no corpses in here..."

"You're right..." agreed Nick. "Why?"

"Dunno. Let's get our stuff back to the car and we'll quickly peek inside another store to see if it's the same there."

And it was.

"What... the... fuck?"

"Bodies on the roads and just about everywhere else, but none actually inside anywhere..." said Nick.

"Yeah... Let's go now. This place is creeping me out."

Nick heartily agreed.

(( until tomorrow, kids. I'm off out. ))