The faint sound of keys fumbling in a lock echoed down one of the corridors heading towards the main chamber, this was followed by a creak and heavy slam as the hatch into the barn was opened and closed from the outside. A silence fell over both the corridor and the auditorium before Danny's voice shattered it by yelling; "Jay, you best be down here or so help me…" frantic footsteps sent crossing echoes into every stone-lined corridor of the complex before Jay decided to enlighten his friend unto where his position might be. "Main hall numb-nuts" he shouted, still eagerly focused on his work. Danny's retort was one Jay hoped he would never hear; "Jay, it's happening". The words hit home like a spear landing a direct shot into his chest, he was stunned: The apocalypse they had planned for, was happening. "…good god" he eventually managed to mutter, before leaping from his chair and running toward a large, steel cabinet in the corner of the work station. Danny sprinted out of the tunnel, stopped to catch his breath and jogged the rest of the way to his own cabinet, whereby the pair began rummaging furtively; grabbing as much of their supplies as possible, all the while wondering if this was a dream come true, or a now-living nightmare .
After fifteen minutes of frantic strapping, arming, and hoarding they were both ready, ready to step into the fires of an emerging hell. Jay went first up the ladder; his custom Colt m1911 in hand, he crept up the ladder, unhitched the latch and opened the trapdoor just wide enough to peek out. The place looked clear, flinging open the hatch he span on the ladder and scanned the barn through the sights of the pistol, he saw nothing more and signaled down to Danny. The two crept together across the straw-covered barn floor as slow as they dared – making sure to not make any noise, before scanning the courtyard quickly and heading over to the Beast with pace. The two slammed the doors and let themselves relax for a minute, "Where are we headed off to Dan? We could head to that Military Base in Fort Lauderdale?" "Pardon my French, but are you fucking kidding? We're a few hours into main-scale infection; the military would kill us on site before we could see them. No, Maggie left a map for us: a cache in the woods, filled with ammo and god-knows-what. I think we should head there first." Danny's voice was scarily commanding, and with his lanky frame wrapped in a long, black dress coat, black flak jacket, and black jeans, he actually looked like the commander of a steampunk rebellion, complete with brass welding goggles. In comparison Jay sat wearing a thick, tri-weave Kevlar vest, western duster, and rough black jeans, topped off with a Stetson and bandolier. Jay had decided on this combination of clothes for the same three reasons Danny had for his: Intimidation, flexibility and storage. Two, well-prepared, well-armed gentlemen should make anyone looking to try screw them over think twice, coupled with a large amount of storage for ammunition and plenty of places to conceal something makes for a fairly formidable pair.
Danny put his foot down and the Beast leapt from the dusty sand of the Farms' courtyard and sped down the driveway, heading for the forests surrounding Maggies' shop, the site of the fabled cache. The Beast roared and grunted as it got up to speed, leaping through the gears on a quest to be the fastest thing on four wheels, the exhaust belched hot gases and water like a mighty serpent, Jay was terrified at the speed they were travelling, at the deafening roar the steel animal was making, and at how the acceleration never seemed to end. He dared a glance over to Danny: he was gripping the wheel so tight the leather of his gloves squeaked in discomfort, his eyes were wide – trying to take in the whole road in front of him, and the muscles in his legs tensed and undulated with every hillock he sped over. He seemed almost fixed in a trance, like he'd seen something… unearthly. Jay motioned to ask about what was troubling him, but knew that breaking his friends' concentration at this speed could end very badly indeed.