Ronnie's steady gaze easily concurred with his assessment. "Ok, let's do this fast - who here needs a place to land? I ask because they weren't after me, they were after you guys, and I think my place is probably safe."

I love to see how you're going to explain all the extra clothes and such, Lena said snidely.

Let me handle that, Ronnie said hotly. God, she hated that bitch...

Travis couldn't help but snicker, his mind had been a filthy hole before everything that went down a year before. Now it was a hole that was less filthy but still dirty. Unfortunately he didn't count on the effects of fatigue and once he started snickering, he began to chuckle, and then laugh. It took less than a minute for him to end up doubled over laughing uproariously like a madman on the roof of some damn school in Las Vegas. The situation itself only fed his hysterics. Tears streamed from his eyes and he gasped for breath but nothing could be done to quell the fit.

Tom briefly scans the cell phone frequencies to see if they are jammed, then goes hunting up and down the frequencies for any sign of the invaders.

"Well why not hole up here? There may still be tinned food in the kitchen, we could use gym crash mats as bed and if its got a pool there may be towels we could use as blankets. Hell, schools have to have first aid kits as well!"

She'd never seen Travis like this before and she wasn't sure what to do. Awkwardly, she reached out and patted him on the back - maybe it worked for hysterical laughter as well as burping.

Ronnie shrugged at Tom's. "If you want, Tom. Prolly ain't a bad idea," she said. "I'd still like to go out and get a few things, like smokes and some hot food." And decent clothes, she promised herself, tugging at the front of her dress again.

Kevin sighed heavily and sits down just as hard, slumping under the weight of the virus and their escape. It had been a long while since he'd pushed himself to the brink of exhaustion, and even longer since he'd pushed himself to the brink of death... in fact it hadn't been since then...

Nala...

His eyes misted as he brought himself back to the present. Everything in his head was still swimming, but he tried to assemble as much of the information that was being shared as possible.

Radio signals jammed? Being attacked? This sounds like it could be serious...

Kevin finally spoke up. The toll his actions had taken easily heard in his voice. "If all the radios are jammed, if it seems like we might be under attack, then there might be something like a curfew in effect. No telling what we'd be walking into, and a group of this size isn't exactly inconspicuous. I say we send a scouting party to gather information. See if there's a curfew, and what times and or areas it's in effect for. The rest of us should find a place, nearby, possibly the building we're on top of, to get out of the wind and finish getting dried off. Then I'll be able to give everybody a proper examination to see exactly what's been done to us. However, once we know if it's safe to roam the streets, I need to get back to what's left of the free clinic. I had supplies there, I hope they're still there, personal effects, etc. I'll need those to treat any injuries that we may have.

We need to move, but we need caution as well. Waiting around for an 'all clear' would be much better than drawing offical attention during a lockdown or martial law. Trust me, I've seen it before."

He waited for a response. He anticipated that his idea of splitting up wouldn't be recieved well, but a group this size walking around after curfew would be even worse.

"Another good idea," Ronnie said. "I'll be on the scouting party - I'm the least injured here, probably. Who else? Kid? Juno? Interested?"

Sly felt tired. This whole thing was not something he wanted to be involved in but you didn't always have a choice in life as he knew all too well. "I'm up for crashing at your place," he spoke the comment to Ronnie, "but, I can get us a suite of rooms at any of the casino's in the city if you want." He waggled his fingers as if to say he could do it with magic.

There were no frequencies he could receive anything from on the cell phone band. Anyone trying to use a cell phone most likely had a network error on his display.

This was surely a bad sign.

"I'll go alright. I'm used to treading lightly," Adrian said, stepping forward boldly.

"I'm still feeling pretty okay. Most of you look like death warmed over. Maybe we should get you in the building first so you can rest?"

Las Vegas had cold nights. Las Vegas in the winter ...

Travis' laughter slowly faded. It too some time but eventually he had it suppressed down to only occasional giggles. He couldn't remember being this tired before. He was sure he had been, in another life, back before his mysterious death and resurrection. "I." He said rather matter of factly, "am in no shape to do anything but sleep." Still he braced his back against the cool sheet metal of the HVAC unit and slowly levered himself into a standing position. "Ronnie, be a dear and take me to bed."