"Like I said, you have my back and I won't care if your the devil himself."
Gun fire could be heard for miles. It was a war zone, Roach and Epona ran for the trees, the horses taking cover yet Reena called them back, making sure their means of escape was at the vary least within running range. Their coats already lathered in sweat, pacing the foliage as they awaited their owner. Loyalty and instincts fighting behind the crazed thoughts in their gaze.

Reena's own blood began to run cold at the words. She knew she was going to start killing others, but people she knew? And so soon? Her hands were already stained, her breathing coming out in gasps, but she could not let Johnny fight them off himself. All she could do was nod, putting another bolt in her bow before taking off, her head down and moves quick, her target locked within golden orbs as she dove for the truck they rode in on. 
There had to be something, anything. She heard a bullet tare through the bed, the ripping of iron causing her heart to jump. Two of her brother's went to war, was this what it was like? If so she was going to have to toughen up. Counting the shots that whizzed by her head, she quickly made a break for it and looked in the bed, grabbing a duffel bag only to feel her arm being dragged by the weight as she almost threw it right out to her side. 

If it's heavy, than it's useful. Yet she did not expect to find a bag filled to the brim with guns, more than enough to arm everyone at the farm. They may not be able to reach Rick's closet with the deal crawling about, but this was going to make the trip worth while. A smile on her features she could not help but mentally cheer. That was until she saw a can of blue spray paint roll out of the door.
Fear turned to anger when the image of Gandalf appeared in her mind. With his twisted leg and ripped sides, the word whore sprayed into his coat. It was obvious what happened, but she didn't want to think that. With evidence on her side though, she found herself no longer thinking of the fools that shot through the air as human....

About to move again though, slinging the bag over her shoulder she felt something grab her boot, instincts kicking in she smashed the face of a corpse, teeth and gums breaking apart from the force. She couldn't stand still, so with a second wind she ran, grabbing the first gun she could find only to see a semi-automatic riffle lean into her shoulder. "Where the fuck did they get these!?" No time to think on that, only move to her next cover, practically rolling behind another car that sat on a few wooden blocks. 

Pulling back she heard the satisfying click of a loaded baby in her hands. She forced herself to calm down, end her breath while she had Ron in her sights, [i]"I'm finishing this before it even starts."[/i] Johnny may be a person to cause disdain from normal folk, bit to Reena he was someone who spoke sense. She needed to take care of these guys, they killed her companion, they allowed something useful to meet a horrid end, and he had nothing to do with what she had. She could only imagine their plans they had for her farm....[i][b]BANG[/b][/i]
"Mother fucker!!" Clutching her shoulder, Reena bent over in pain for a moment, it was just a graze, yet it tore at the skin causing it to dye her shirt and fire to burn through her vines. 

With her mind made up she pulled the trigger, watching the male she once called friend, the one that she would go drink with explode in a shower of crimson, like a fire work lit night. She was slightly sluggish from the wound,  but her aim true as walker after walker began to fall around Johnny, she was not letting that guy get eaten, not after he saved her skin. "Returning the favour." She had to admit, while they worked well together, they were as different as night and day when it came to shooting. Reena never wasted a bullet, she had a eye for shots, a gun in her hand since she was a child. 

The noise of shooting growing quite, she was found to hear something else instead, moaning that echoed in the valley they were in. It was like a harmonized choir of nightmare. "We gotta go!" She had some weapons, her horses were still close by, and when she looked at the house, it was nothing but a moving mass of the dead. 

As fast as she could with the weight, she ran, a white box with a cross on it causing her to bend in her run and snatch it up before making her way to Johnny, sweat dripping from her brow and breath having to be painfully pushed from her lungs. She did not speak, only shove the riffle in his hands and grab his arm. Every second they could get away was needed, so she even helped him mount up faster, slapping Roach's hide to get him moving before jumping to Epona's back and catching up easily. 

Her seat elevated she clung to the mare's sides, leaning into her neck, her gaze focused only on what lay before her. Her back ached with the weight of the bag, and it shown, but she did not slow until they climbed a ways up. Roach following after the red head, fear pushing him that it would have taken a bit of force to get him to stray from her. 

The sounds of the dead began to pass as they went to an abandoned trail, she remembered this trail, it was one that overlooked the city. Often she used it to see the Petersons to make sure they were okay. It used to be such a calming ride, but now it was hellish. For the view that the opening in the trees, the overhang of grass that provided the best resting spot to see the city caused a chill to run down her spine.

the city was in smoke, a war zone lay before her, it looked like a bad dream, one of ashes that threatened to black out the sky. "Its all gone, that place is nothing but a grave yard now." She could hear the sounds of helicopters hovering over, yet as one strayed to close she watched in horror as it was shot down, exploding in a inferno. "There's no way James's mom got out....or Kaite, jess, Keenin... No way we can get supplies from there for a while." She shook her head, running a hand through the red mane that seemed to catch fire in setting sun. Blood was splattered on her face, her shoulder seeming to have been grazed by something, it all caused a thought to rise to her mind. Anything to ease her ill  train.

"How bout this, we get home, we get a drink, maybe eight. And I get a bath." Epona snorting was enough to cause the woman to smile a little, yet it was a bitter sweet thing. She just killed her friends, and for what? A few guns, after they had killed Gandalf. "They were the ones that painted my horse, so...thanks, for the help, not many out there that are willing to do what you did and it vary well may have saved my life."

Opening the bag she gave out a whistle, yeah, there was a lot. They had to have cleaned out the gun shop before anyone else, or killed anyone that had gotten there before them. "Why don't you take one before the others, think of it as payment, besides, I'm good with just a bow, less recoil."

Even as she spoke, she could not stop shaking. She never even noticed it but after the shock of killing her old friends, running from the dead and getting shot. She began to slow, feeling as if her body was made of lead and ice had been poured over her back.