[b] Haywood Scouting Group - Outside of Haywood - Ryder and Shanelle [/b] 

A large Yukon drove town the road, containing 4 men, one of the scouting groups of Haywood. Eric, their leader sat in the drivers seat, carefully tending to the wheel. They stopped in the middle of a suburban area, quiet and calm. Well... quiet, save for about five walkers that roamed the street. The four men climbed out, quietly and routinely. Pistols and assault rifles rose to level as the unit crept towards the walkers. The creatures turned around. 

The walkers were put down in an instant, shots delivered to each decaying head. This was a usual occurrence. What wasn't usual, was that down the road, maybe seventy-five yards, to teen kids sat in the road. Were they stupid? "Hey!" Eric called. When the distance between the group and the two kids was crossed, Eric saw that the girl had an oxygen tube under her nose. "Hey, are you two alright? We can help you if you let us. We've got a doctor back in our camp." He looked at the boy. "Can she walk?"