Charlie remained silent for the next couple of minutes while she walked to nearly empty streets. She surely didn't want to draw any attention to herself so she kept to the sides of the road. Her grip on her bat was tight as the weapon rest at her side in case she had a run in with any of the living corpses. She nearly prayed she didn't have any. Charlie had never hurt anyone not counting the numerous fights between her and other petty girls at school, and she certainly had never [i]killed[/i]. 

Her walking paused when she noticed something out of the corner of her eyes. There was movement. The grip she had on the handle of her bat tightened even more as she took a second to calm down. She had the upper hand in the battle between the dead. Slowly, she turned around. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she saw a girl waving at her.

She leaned against a flickering light post and waved at the girl, beckoning her over with a smile forming on her face. It was nice to see a fresh face.