[i]Great, another person,[/i] Remy could not help but think when he and Ash turned around to see the oddly happy looking woman. He raised his eyebrow at her and looked over at his unlikely companion. She was obviously not pleased at all with the arrival of another person. He sighed as quietly as possible. It wasn't that he did not want to see more people; it was just meeting new people 9 times out of 10 never ended well. In a world like this nobody could ever be trusted and he understood that. It was really every man for himself when it came down to it. He hoped Ash did not think this girl was part of his group and that he had lied to her before.

"Who are you?" Remy repeated the question a little more civilly, rubbing his free hand warily through his brown hair. The woman did not look like someone who could handle herself alone in an undead infested world. This made the cop suspicious and he was sure that Ash had come to the same suspicion. He leaned close to Ash's ear and whispered. "I think we are being set up for an ambush." He had seen things like this more than once in his field of work and that was even before the outbreak. He may of been a rookie cop back then, but he had all the training. It was also the fact that this lady seemed so sure of herself and the creepy smile on her overly cheery face.

They were at this stand off for what seemed like forever. He looking at the lady, with Ash glaring beside him. What were they waiting for? What were they supposed to do anyway when it was obvious the Hispanic woman had at least one partner and he or she most likely had a gun aimed at their backs. In all the small country towns in the world, it figured this would be the one where he ran into so many other survivors. First the little girl, Ash and her friend and now this lady and her partner or partners. Remy sighed again, not liking the odds.

"For crying out loud, stop smiling and waving at us like were at some high school party," Remy finally said, getting impatient with the whole situation. "This is not the time or the place for such foolishness. Whoever is behind us might as well show themselves." He turned around and looked into the row of houses behind them. There was some movement and either it was more undead or the person hiding. 

The sound of growling got his attention. "You've got to be kidding me," Remy murmured under his breath. He tapped Ash on the forearm. "There really is no time for this." He nodded down the street. It was a huge group of undead. It looked like the undead version of rush hour traffic. It had been so quiet before and the town was so small. Where had all these creatures appeared from? Did an undead convention just let out or something. 

"Lady, man hiding in the house, if I were you, I'd run."

But before he could even think of running, several of the undead broke off from the group and were coming at him, Ash and the lady at an alarming speed. "Crap."

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"Oh God," Olivia moaned. The undead were everywhere inside the store. Before, it had seemed like there might not be that many, but since the two woman had ran into each other, causing a bit of noise, the cries and snarls of the rotting creatures could be heard all over. She could see movement from behind one of the shelves.

[i]Please don't be a fast one, please don't be a fast one,[/i] she prayed to whoever might still be listening. The thing that came into view had once been a young man. He was still mostly untouched and if not for the outstretched hands and the way his eyes looked, she would have thought he was a living, breathing human. Without even hesitating, Olivia thrust the handle of her broom upwards. Her aim had been a little two low because of the man being so much taller than she was. It was a stupid miscalculation. 

Olivia tugged on the broom handle, the slurping sound of it coming out would give her nightmares if she ever manged to sleep again. This time when she stabbed with the handle, she hit true to home. She was surprised how well the broom handle worked out, though it was a bit of a pain pulling it back out and was not a very fast melee weapon. At least it was quiet.

She watched as the new person ran toward a door in the store, wondering what she was doing. Was she just going to leave them in the mess she helped create?

"Behind you," Olivia whispered, an undead almost on top of Mercy. She watched with wide eyes, knowing she would not be able to get to the other girl in time and hoped she had really good reflexes.

Strange knocking sounds got her attention. In the middle of the store there were at least five undead banging against a glass display cabinet. The kinds that had sliding glass doors on the sides the clerks stood. She raised her eyebrow, shocked to see a person, a real, honest to goodness person inside the case. It was a man and that was all Olivia could tell before another undead was at her side. She spun around and kicked it's feet out from under it's rotting body. It landed on the ground, sounding like a rotted pumpkin being thrown at concrete. 

Olivia stabbed into his head over and over, mashing in his face, giving it no time to get off the ground.

"Mercy... there's a person in that cabinet." Olivia pointed. She wanted to save him. He looked helpless and had no weapon that she could make out. He was also fairly young. Maybe twenty. But she was just a girl. There were five undead between her and the man and Mercy was quite busy herself. Who knew what the other lady was doing now.

The man was looking through the glass at Olivia, pleading for help with his big blue expressive eyes. The glass was made not to crack very easily, but it looked like it was starting to give in.

Any minute, it could break.

If things could not be any worse, suddenly there was the sound of a bark. Olivia froze. She knew about the undead canines. They were even worse than the normal walkers and always fast, never slow. She looked around, panic taking over her features.

But it was a normal dog, sniffing around the front door of the store. It was gone before Olivia could even point it out to Mercy.

The glass on the cabinet cracked. The man inside let out a muffled cry of alarm.