[b]Shannon Greene & James Feryana - Walking the Streets[/b]

Her eyebrows rose slightly. She was getting the impression that James was on edge. Shannon wondered how long he had been traveling alone, but she figured the question could wait until they were safer. "There's nothing wrong with running," she said. "Do what you have to do to survive."

There was a moment of silence before James turned the question back toward her. In response, Shannon pulled out her gun. "I've used them. I didn't want to at first, but eventually I had no choice." She sighed, her eyes examining the 9mm pistol. "But I know how to fight now. So, if any of those... walkers..." Shannon had never used the word [i]walkers[/i] to describe [i]them[/i], though it was descriptor that made a lot of sense when she thought about it. "If any of those monster show up, you should just stay behind me. And if I screw up, well... You run." She tucked the gun back into her pants. "Just remember that."

At the next crossroad, Shannon stopped. She pointed to the left. "Down here now. We'll keep zigzagging for a bit."