Riding through the woods, trying to get to the house that Reena marked on her map, had been a rather calming experience for the red head. Her crossbow thumping against her back, Epona's head down in a relaxed state, while Roach, even though he had ran from a army of walkers a few days ago, was acting normal again beneath Johnny. 

"Hold on a sec"
Pulling back the reins, Reena dismounted. Kneeling by a set of tracks, they were new, probably only half an hour old. Deep from something heavy and larger than Epona. "Gandalf went through here, I'm gonna look around a little bit. See if I can find him." He was the only horse not to come back to the barn in the last few days. And honestly, she was worried about him, he was larger and slower than the others, a gentle giant that had a almost white coat so he was easily spotted. 
Following the tracks, going down hill, Reena began to see them more and more clearly. Twigs broken and soil turned about from him charging through. "Something spooked him.."
It only took about ten minutes of looking for her to find her gelding. Her heart sinking at the sight as she bit her lip, a little choked at what she found.

Gandalf lay in the grass, whimpers of pain escaping him, his leg twisted and sides shredded. The walkers had gotten to him, he was just to slow. "Hey boy, easy, easy." She failed to realize that the bodies around him were shot, kneeling by his head only for a cool rage to consume her when she saw his flank was tagged in blue spray paint. The word "whore" marking his once beautiful coat. 

Her eyes slightly wet from tears, but soon blinked away. Reena cradled Gandalf's head. The horse slapping his lips at her arm, ears twitching at her direction. His remaining eye looking at her as if asking for help. "I'm sorry sweet heart, I can't help you this time..." Instead she laid him down, the horse trying to get up for her in a pitiful response until she told him to stay still. Instead, she took the 10mm from Johnny, and shot her companion once directly in the side of the head to end his suffering. The other two horses jumping slightly, but both were trained enough to not run. 
"Someone I knew did this....I just don't know which one..."

Running her hands through her hair, taking a deep breath to end the tears that kept trying to fall, she gave the weapon back. Mounting Epona and turning the horse away. "Come on, the scant is going to attract something. We're almost at Rick's place anyway, might as well get in and get out."
Riding away, she could not bring herself to look back at the horse. From the back he seemed to be sleeping, a giant that had never done harm to anyone, not even the smallest child she would place on his back. 

The house she mentioned was more of a garage than anything. Cars littering the yard, old cans for shooting practice, a few dirt bikes here, a bonfire there. It was the classic stereotype. Jumping from the mare, she hid both horses behind a truck. Using a key under one of the seats to unlock the door and be greeted with a disgusting smell of rotting meat. "Stay quiet, and keep close." Her crossbow was already drawn, the guy had friends that would often sleep on his couch. Another reason to be careful.

It was a place where beer cans stacked were treated like works of art. Heads of great elk mounted the wall, their horns decorated with random objects like socks or Christmas lights, a dart board with a average of always missing. Leather couches torn to pieces from the cat that ate the old food. The carpet a strange yellow color, stained brown in some areas, broken by a table that had bags and canes arranged in a sort of, artistic format, least thats what it would be called in such a strange place.

Her shirt pulled over her nose, Reena began to look around. The events that had happened only moments ago would have to be pushed back for a later time. She could not allow things to cloud her mind when in such situations. Instead she kept looking over her shoulder every now and again, taking in comfort that she had someone to watch her back at the vary least.