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[color=ed145b][h3][b]Meghan Johnson[/b][/h3][/color][/centre]

Megan had been wandering aimlessly for at least the past hour. There was obviously nowhere that she needed to be, she didn't have a certain location she stayed in or anywhere she was planning to stay at. Her plan for the moment was to walk around until something sparked her interest or something happened to her. So far the most interesting thing that had happened was an infected trying to get at her over a fence and ending up impaling itself. There was a small amount of satisfaction in climbing up and horribly disfiguring it with a few good hits with her trusty hunting knife to its head and face. He didn't have a wallet, so she couldn't take anything from him except the lighter with nearly no fuel that was in his pocket. She threw that at the ground 20 minutes later and it made a little bang sound, which made her smile, a bit.

Exactly an hour and fourteen minutes had passed as she turned a left into a small alley between homes. She sometimes would jump as she was walking so she could see over a fence but only if she thought that particular garden might be interesting. Maybe the windows were broke or the fence was. Anything to grab her attention. As she was walking, she noticed a blood trail in front of her. It was coming out of the garden of a home on her left. It came out, went down a little, and then went into a garden on her right. Megan went up to the blood trail, crouched down and ran her fingers across it. It was wet. It was fresh. 

Megan followed the blood trail down to the home on her right and pulled out her rifle, aiming it in front of her as she slowly turned the corner into the back garden. The trail of blood ended on a patio, meaning somebody had killed somebody or something here recently. She smiled as she made her way into the kitchen through the back door which was still open. As she was walking through the kitchen, somebody came down the stairs and was checking the rounds they had in a pistol. [i]Gotcha![/i]

She waited for him to look up and see her, standing across from him with a rifle pointed straight at his chest.

[@Aro]