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[b]Emma - Railroad Tracks[/b] 

Emma kept a weary eye on her surroundings, watching carefully for danger. She hurried her steps as she traversed the railroad tracks. Emma had heard gunshots; she was sure of it. Gunshots meant people, and people meant the possibility of medicine. The gash on her arm stung annoyingly, and something told her that a walker bite wasn't the only infection she would need to worry about if she didn't get it treated. The girl briefly glanced at the bloodstained bandage that was wrapped over the sleeve of her jacket. The sun beaded on her face, so she pulled the thin hood of the green army jacket over her hair. She continued walking towards the origin of the shots; she needed help badly.