#7

Lily tenatively opened the backdoor of the dark green Tahoe, sighing once in relief when it opened and a second time when there were no horrible surprises awaiting for her inside. The car had clearly been abandoned, which explained why it was unlocked. The same was probably true for most of the other cars in the vicinity and this was advantageous for Lily and Samantha; they would not have to expend energy breaking open car windows and attracting more walkers to their location.

"You can take the backseat." offered Lily, climbing into the boot space. It wasn't exactly spacious, but it would have to do. This was a far cry better than spending the night with the malevolent scum that had torn her away from her relative comfort.

She instinctively reached for her backpack before glumly realising that it was no longer with her; their captors had discarded of it a long time ago. She felt naked, starting fresh in the apocalypse with no supplies besides the clothes on her back and the gun that Samantha had given her. It wasn't going to be much help until she learned how to actually use it.

"Thanks for..." she started awkwardly, laying down on the musty, grey upholstery and avoiding eye contact with Samantha. "You know."

Lily turned over as the back door shut with a light click. The two of them would be safe in this car, even without the ability to lock the vehicle's back door. She was certain that the odds of someone opening this car were slim to nil and the odds of it being someone dangerous were even lower. Walkers, fortunately, lackd the intelligence to open car doors... or so she hoped.

She fidgeted as she heard her companion lay down on the seats in front. This was the first time, the very first time since the outbreak started, that she had spent a night without Calliope. Her thoughts drifted to where her younger sister was and whether or not Levi was taking care of her. Had they been separated? Had he abandoned her? Had he been killed? Had [i]she[/i] been killed?

A good night's sleep would not be embracing her when her mind was consumed with fear for the safety of Calliope and the crushing sense of loneliness that engulfed her when she realised that she was most likely never going to see her little sister again. Silently, she wept.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she started at the roof, eyes wide open.

-End of Scenario #7-