**Clayton Burrows - On the Road - Ada Cinet**

"I hope you figured out a way to disable the alarm." Clayton gave a single chuckle at the little joke. He actually did this while she was scavenging around the stores. All he had to do was disable the right cable. He's lucky he knew which one to disable because disconnecting the wrong wire would set the damn thing off and they'd be cornered into an early grave; early for Ada anyway, Clayton was getting on in his age. "Want some stale coke?" Clayton looked at the dusty coke can in Ada's hand and shook his head. "I'm alright...I'm more of a Pepsi kind a guy anyway." He then turned the key in the truck and felt the vibrations of the vehicle sing back to life. It sounded like it was in pretty good condition compared to the many other vehicles abandoned in this world. It seemed understandable though, a truck isn't the number one choice when a car is available. He then proceeded to push his foot down on the accelerator and drive through the town towards Highway 16, leading towards Boerne. Once he's helped Ada through the night, he'll be on his way down south. Ada's a good companion but he's never had any interest of traveling with a partner. He may seem friendly and leader-like but he had no interest in a forming a group. He acknowledged that he hides this way to we.

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**Clayton Burrows - On the Road (20-30 minutes later) - Ada Cinet**

They've have driven for about 20-30 minutes since they left Bandera. In that short time, they past many rotten vehicles and walkers that laid down by the side of the road. The highway was littered with them but it wasn't out of the norm. Every other road in America is more or less the same: Junk being laid to die in the new world. Even with this common sight it still always struck him how the transition between the old and the new world can shred materialistic items that people thrived for and turn them into the most useless pieces of junk in the world. In some ways, he likes the new world. Absolute freedom makes him happy almost. He doesn't seem feel like there's any barriers around him and this almost makes him happy. Clayton sometimes think if he's just been given the illusion of happiness. Now there's a basement that's one floor to deep. He then shook his head a little and decided to focus on the road.

He was coming up to a bendy, hilly road that led to the town of Boerne. He then slowly stopped before coming to a full halt altogether. He focused his eyes a little to see the odd flashing anomaly in the distance. It seemed to be a building of some sort that had its lights flashing on and off. There's no way it can be Morse code, that's the stupid man's way to communicate in this world; Communication needed to be subtle, not blatant. They couldn't just roll into town with those lights flashing like that. Walkers would be roaming around the place aimlessly, awakened by someone's inability to keep the light off. Clayton took a moment to think of his next step. He gave a small sigh and looked to his right, outside the truck's window. It was a little gate with the rusty words "Trespassers will be shot" on a partly low hanging metal sign. This is probably some rich southern's house up the driveway. It was either that or a farmer but both could act as sanctuary's for the night. They had to take the chance. A place to rest for the night, as well as a new change of clothes, then they can both part ways in the morning. To his mind, it sounded like a fine plan. 

He then looked towards Ada and opens the truck door at the same time. "Wait here a minute". He then proceeded to jump out onto the road below him. The gate was only a few metres away from the truck he still needed to act with caution. It was still quite dark out in the country, with only the dim headlights acting as his closest light source. He took a second to inspect the gate. It was already unlocked but was closed. All he had to do was push it away to allow the truck to drive on up to the estate or farmland; or whatever it is they'll find. The gate was extremely rusty and became very stiff to move but Clayton managed to endure the struggle. He then ran back to the truck, climbing onto the seat. He then turned it briskly and drove onto the small driveway. It was a mix of smooth and rough but nothing that made the driving uncomfortable. Clayton hoped that it was at least a half decent sanctuary. Lord knows, he's been screwed before.

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**Clayton Burrows - 5 minutes out from Boerne, by a big house in the country - Ada Cinet**

He then raised his eye in surprise as their home for the night appeared in front as he drove closer and closer to the house. It was a very modern house and a big one. It looked like it had 4 or 5 bedrooms to it. It was one of those houses that you'd see advertise on TV for rich business me or either wanted to have a family in the country or some sexual liaisons. Just before pulling up before the house, he had a brief look of the windows and doors from the truck itself. Nothing seemed to forced or broken but it's best to have a closer look before making the important confirmation of safety. He came to a stop and placed the vehicle in neutral and pulled the handbrake up. The sound of the vehicle dying down as he took the key out left a sudden stillness in the seats for Clayton. He then looked towards house and continues to scan from the vehicle. "The house seems empty from here but I still wouldn't take any chances." He then turns his head towards Ada. "Make sure it's safe before you do anything else. I'm pretty sure your life is more important than a new set of threads." He opened his door to jump out the vehicle. "Let's hope the door's unlocked because if it isn't...then someone's home." He voice became little more ominous as he mentioned the last one. Walkers don't lock doors so another survivor could be a possible friend or a possible foe. Clayton hoped it's the latter

As he made his way out of the vehicle and towards the door, he took his survival knife out at the ready and went to the front door. He placed his hand on the cold handle and gave a small sigh. Here goes, thought Clayton. He then pushed it down with force as the door opened itself to reveal that it's unlocked. Clayton knew that they struck out this time. He's been jumped before by other survivors and basic instinct can be a scary thing to stab in the stomach. As he opened the door, the first sight he see's is an extremely still hall with almost nothing out of place; except for the odd item or two. A strange feeling of nostalgia swept his mind as he looks down the hallway. It's like a scene from the old world trapped in a frozen picture frame. It was rare to see a house like the one he's in. Old and untouched. Whoever lived here must have left in a hurry to leave the door and the gate unlocked. They must have tried to reach one of the military's fake sanctuaries that provides the dangerous illusion of hope and safety. That did not end well for everyone.

He proceeded into the quiet household with caution, every miniscule step making an echoing roar towards the rest of the house. It was eerie yet relaxing. A little bit in, he passes by a stair way with a similar look. He then looks back towards Ada who was not far behind him. "I'll look around downstairs and make sure that the doors and windows are sealed. The house seems empty but stay on your guard. Peace and quiet can be a sneaky bitch." He then continue onwards to what he assumes is the door to the kitchen. He hoped the former tenants did some shopping before abandoning their lovely home.