[B] New Orleans woods [/b]
Markus Finch was startled awake as a scream pierced the cool night air.

Finch sat up and looked around... Darkness... As he expected.

One with was for certain he was not alone in these woods.

The aging man wrestled with himself for a moment and finally curiosity got the better of him.

Against his better judgment Finch set off into the night air.

[B] A short time later [/b]

Finch froze as he heard the noise.

Was that just a sob? Finch thought to himself.

He continued walking slowly. 

Not slow enough apparently as he tripped head over heels over a body.

Finch cried out in surprise as his body crashed to the ground. His arm twisted beneath him at an odd angle bringing tears to the old man's eyes.

Finch slide away slowly from what appeared to be a young girl in front of him.

He could not tell if it was a walker or not but his injured arm couldn't reach his luger.