[@Love Me Dead][@Foster]
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As he slowly made his way into the living room, Patrick started heading to the outside as it seemed that the girl voice came from there. However before he could make one step further, his attention was attracted by scratches and growls that came from the bathroom. [color=8882be]"Oh God, please tell me that he's locked up in there."[/color] Said Patrick, reffering to what he thought was a walker. As he started heading slowly towards the bathroom door, the noises seemed to stop. As he gotten close he lowered his revolver and put his left hand on the door, followed by his left ear. Punches against the door and more growls startled him as he backed away with a frightened look on his face and realising that the door is locked. Most likely the guy that was inside had the presence of mind to lock himself up before transforming. Most likely he did it so he won't have to hurt someone. But who? And is that someone still here? 

After initially wanting to head back to the kitchen, take some food and leave, his attention was again attracted by the same girly voice, as this time she said "Daddy?" With his revolver in hand, Patrick headed outside but he stopped after hearing another male voice saying something about why isn't the girl somewhere safe. Gripping hard on his Smith & Wesson 627 Performance Center, Patrick makes one step outside stumbling upon a scene with a dead walker all covered up, another guy, an adult male with an old Mosin Nagant rifle in hand and what was probably the most beautiful little girl he ever saw in his life, sitting down puzzled and scared on the porch. Patrick imidieatly aims his revolver at the other man with the Mosin. [color=8882be]"Who the hell are you?"[/color] He asked with a serious look on his face.