Holly Travelling alone was a bit different, but Holly’s learned how to deal with it. That being said it was still hard doing all the surviving alone, plus there was no one to keep watch when sleeping so ensuring a good hiding place for the night was necessary. Still she pretty lucky to have avoided any obstacles, and if she couldn’t avoid it then she dealt with it quite well. She chucked up all this “good luck” as experience. The way to gain all this experience was not something she would openly share, but it was valuable enough that she thanked sometimes, but only sometimes. One of the things she’s learned is that when moving around it’s best to stay near the main roads, but avoid getting to close since they’re always heavily populated by enemy soldiers,. Applying this to the now enemy soldiers roughly translates to hideous creatures of the undead. They were bastards, and every time she’d take one down she didn’t even bother to call them an enemy since an enemy was something you call someone who a person personally hates for being a person. These creatures didn’t deserve to be called people, they were less. She hated travelling alone, but one good thing that came out of this was that she was constantly worried about moving that she forgot to think about the loneliness, but only sometimes. Most of the time her thoughts were about the past, but not the one that made her depressed. Holly was thinking of the past that she hoped to recover. Things shops, café’s, restaurants, bookshops, and the small part of her that she always ignores wishes for shops that sell dress beautiful summer dresses that only that ignored part of her is willing to admit she likes. She thought she was making herself feel better, but really deep inside she was just screwing herself more. Holly’s made great time since she left that suffocating paradise as evidenced by the fact that she was now eyeing the outer proximity of the big city. It’s been a while since she’s left Ennis so the buildings that weren’t houses or shacks were a bit of a change. After Ennis she headed further north to Ferris and Wilmer. Wilmer was clean enough, but judging by the picture of Lancaster in her map there would be tons of obstacles in the way. Her uncle lived just by the edge of the place so that was a plus, but they also lived near a school, and was in the middle of the street so a great many number of obstacles are to be expected. There was a bit frustration and worry about the future, but being young that was something she familiar with. At the moment she was hiding inside another house on the outskirts of Wilmer. It wasn’t exactly a house as it was a kennel, to be precise it was called the “Brycehaus Kennel”. It was already night out and making any move now was a bad decisions even if the area was already clear. She’d been looking for anything she could in the complex, but sadly there was nothing even remotely interesting or useful. At the least, it was quiet and barn was quite a nice place to sleep in. -- Chris It was dark outside the window. It was dark everywhere really. He didn’t turn on the lights anymore since those things might be attracted to lights. Chris didn’t really check, plus the only creature he’s been seeing in the last few days was this one guy outside their place fixated on the car of their now dead neighbor. There might have been something in the car, but Chris didn’t want to think about it. If it was a person then he could probably helped, but it was probably nothing. He hoped it was just nothing and not like a crying baby or something, probably not. Sweat was sticking to his body that was lying in the dark. He hadn’t taken a bath in a while since he wanted to avoid doing thing unnecessary, plus bathing was always optional unless it’s really necessary. Plus he didn’t do anything that warranted a need to bathe excessively. He would probably have avoided sweating this much if he turned on a fan or the air-conditioning, but the rumbling from the machine would probably attract those things. And he knew firsthand how those things are attracted to sound, even the slightest one’s would get him eaten. Food’s going to be scarce soon so he needed to move pretty soon. He didn’t really know how. He could risk going to the neighbors, but every time he would think about his feet would freeze. The two houses he could get to were the Rice’s on the right and the Johnson’s on the left. The Rice’s left even before the shit hit the fan so he knew the house was empty, but as for the Johnson’s he didn’t know. Chris’ didn’t know his neighbors that well, but he knew them enough to get along with them pretty well when they were still there. He tried to make contact with the Johnson’s, but there were no replies. He threw some rolled up pieces of part on the windows to see if they’d hear it and see him on the window, but no such thing happened. He figured that the houses were empty, but he still could have been wrong. He’s been wrong lots of times before so really there wasn’t much of a choice. One way or the other, wrong or right he’d have to go out of the house find some food or die, trying and/or starvation.