A scream caught his attention the hunting rifle swinging in the direction. Looking out the scope seeing men following behind a woman. With a strained sigh, he still followed his dad's old rules. Shooting off one of the hunters, watching as the body fell to the ground blood already forming beneath the man's body. Pulling back and reloading he really had to make the clip bigger.

Cursing himself on his luck. Shaking his head taking aim once again he shot the other man only wounding him. His aim sucked sometimes and his luck most of the time. His jaw clenching he would have to get moving or he would just camp out in one of the rooms. He already knew there were a few runners and clickers in town. 

With the sun sinking and it turning to night. Blake would camp here for the night then move in the morning it was better that way. Move during daylight camp out at night. Getting his hunting rifle attached to his bag again he grabbed the pistol he kept on himself. He might as well search the place didn't need any nasty surprises.