"Don't cry, everything will be ok." Charlie gently wiped a tear away from Danielle's cheek with her thumb before flashing her another award winning smile. She kept the growing horde in the corner of her eye as she looked around the street, spotting a blue pickup truck in a family friend of her's driveway. The house belonged to the Smith's, but they had gone out of town for the week to visit a sick relative before this all happened, with the dead rising and all hell breaking loose. 

Charlie took Denny's hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze, assuring her she could trust her. She ran off down the street to the truck, practically dragging the girl behind her as she ran. About 10 seconds passed before they reached the truck. She pulled on the door handle, nothing happened. [I]Locked, of course.[/i] "Cover your ears." She warned her before wasting no time in picking up her bat and smashing the driver seat window. Glass shattered everywhere, landing all over the ground. Charlie quickly picked up her bat and bag, getting inside the car. She then unlocked it for Danielle to get in, starting to car immediately. After a few unsuccessful tries, she managed to get it running. 

"Buckle up, it'll be a bumpy ride." Charlie brought her hand up to her cheek, winching as she touched a cut caused by the shattered glass. [i]Ok, maybe that wasn't such a smart idea.[/i]