"You are being watched by me," Remy said, stepping out from the cover of the woods. His police pullet proof vest was snug around his dirty white tee-shirt. He dropped his duffel bag that held his other supplies, but left his pistol in his hand. The redhead looked at him with wide eyes and then turned her attention back toward the two ladies. "Though I am not part of this girl's group. Just another passing through." What were the chances of four strangers all arriving at the same time to this small little "in the middle of nowhere" town? Were all the locals dead? Where were the undead?

Olivia sighed heavily. "Look lady, I am alone. Believe me if you want to, but that is the fact." She bit down on her lower lip and then slowly lowered her gun toward the ground. "I've documented everything that's happened to me in my journals." She shrugged off her backpack and kicked it toward the women. "The red notebook is the most recent one. Go ahead, look at it." She glanced over at Remy and raised an eyebrow. Was he a real cop or had he taken the vest off someone?

"I'm sure we are all here for the same reason. Can we not point weapons at each other and focus on the important things at hand."

Three gunshots went off from somewhere nearby. "Like who is shooting and how many undead are going to be attracted by the sound?" He put his duffel bag back on, and looked around, his eyes wary. "There's two coming this way. Slow movers." He reached into his bag and pulled out a baseball bat he had found a while back. It was grime and blood covered, obviously well used. 

"Where there is two, there are five or ten or 100 more coming," Olivia murmured. "Though this is a small town, so the population has to be small, right?" She squeezed her gun in her hands. She would shoot as a last resort. She did not have anything to use as a melee weapon. "The house is clear should we use it as cover?"