#advancingforward

Ethan ran around the side of the arsenal, having ditched the cart at the edge of town where he had informed others it would be. The medical personnel would take it from there. He had a job to do and a plan to begin. He needed to arm people that he came in contact with and he needed to get to the front lines. Ethan was ready to fight and was ready to go after them. This was their town, not these foreigners. The invaders were getting closer and closer to town, inching in. His heart raced as he scooted around the side and tried to find the snipers in the distance to little avail. With his gun raised, he made his way to the other side of the building, entering the door quickly but slamming the door much too loudly. His eyes squeezed tight at the sound of gun shots in some direction, sounding too far to be near him. He had made it. 

His hands shook with adrenaline as he began to sift through the piles of ammo, shoving it in his pockets and grabbing as many guns as he can fit on his person and in a bag he had found in the hospital. Ethan gulped down the nerves once again before bringing his newest addition to his collection of guns to his primed hands. Something with a bit more fire power. Something that he was sure that a SEAL would be much more capable of using than him but hey, it was something. Within moments, he returned back into the line of fire, running over the cleared ground. He barely paused as he shot the first Walker he came near, hitting it in the face as he ran and ducked behind whatever he could find. Ethan's eyes peaked out bit by bit before making another run for it, dropping low when he got closer to the action, taking his first shot at an invader, hitting the man in the arm. Ethan grinned in triumph before advancing toward the man to disarm him with only one gun and a knife. 

Upon his arrival, the man got up, taking a swing with his good arm. The blond ducked and pushed him to the ground, struggling with him as the man attempted to hit him again and again. Eventually, Ethan took a big swing, hitting the man in the face. In the invader's confusion, Ethan pulled out his small glock, placing it under his chin. Ethan shot the man through the head quickly, trying not to think too much about what he had done. His eyes searched the man before removing a knife from his person and bringing the guy's gun back to behind the bush he had found. Ethan reached for his walkie talkie, resting for a moment. "Got one and a Walker, I'm moving in with back-up ammo and weapons. Be advised," he greeted the dead air.