Chloe bit her lip softly at his response before nodding and peeking around the car before she made her move. For the most part Chloe kept close to the ground but when they had to run for to next piece of cover she booked it. It seemed as though she had been lucky earlier to make it to town without being spotted by the military. They were everywhere by the looks of it, patrolling up and down the street, trying to make sure that nothing slipped by them, and she wasn’t sure if it was luck of skill, but somehow they had been able to make their way past each one.

The motel parking lot only had a few car left and most of them looked battered, and although it appeared as though people had also salvaged what they could from them, they weren’t completely devoid of parts. In front of the drive in to the parking lot was a small building that used to house the reception desk. All the doors were painted red against a beige wall almost as if they were all coated in blood. Here and there were blood splatters from the people who had been killed there. If they were lucky, there would be things that people hadn’t taken in there, maybe even survivors but the think in their way at the moment, was the military

Chloe nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Joan yell and she spun around quickly to see what was going on. The sight almost made her want to vomit but she kept her composure and swung her axe down on the arm that was holding Joan. Although decayed it’s arm still held tight so she brought it down once more. “We need to go now.” She said, kicking at the thing to try and keep it away, at least for long enough for Joan to get away.