[b]Abram - Baton Rouge - Samantha[/b]

Abram listened for signs of pursuers as Samantha peeled out of the driveway. He hoped and prayed that she hadn't left any skid marks - skid marks could give away which direction they took. He heard Samantha's voice, filled with pain. 

He glanced at her, and he saw that her face was hard, and he could tell she was close to crying. "Samantha, don't worry..." He said. "I will give everything I've got to protect you and the others. You're safe with us." He assured her. 

Safety, he found as they arrived at the house, was very relative. He jumped out of the car, feet setting hard on the ground. His nerves were still racing from the mall encounter. 

"Abram!" Leah shouted, bounding down the backyard porch steps. "Abram! Jess is gone!" Abram's brow furrowed. 

"What? What do you mean?" 

"She's gone! We can't find her anywhere!" 

Abram checked, literally, [i]every[/i] part of the house. "Jessalyn?" He called. After almost 20 minutes of searching, Abram found himself back where they'd started - in the back yard. Abram swore, angrily. 

"Alright... C'mon, Abe..." He said, simply thinking out loud. "C'mon Jess, where'd you go?" He began running through the possibilities. 

Jessalyn wasn't stupid, she wouldn't walk off without telling anyone. She knew Ben could act up any time, and if she was on her own, she could get trapped by walkers. 

He looked around the back yard several times. He couldn't see any signs of a scuffle. And if there had been a scuffle of some sort, Leah or Turisa would've heard it. "Turisa... I need your help..." He said, looking back at the woman. "I... I can't find anything. You're a cop. My MP days were years back and I'm rusty." 

"I just don't see signs of anything."