Jenna sat quietly with her back against the wall of the mostly empty room. She wasn't moving much, and anyone who stumbled across her might think she was dead, if it wasn't for her barely audible breathing, and the fact that one of her ears twitched in the direction of the nearest noise every now and then. She was just asleep, for now, and having a not so pleasant dream from the way her face looked. Whatever dream she had didn't last long though, as she suddenly jerked awake, suppressing a startled yelp in the process. She sighed heavily as she stood, and gave a glance out the window. [b]"Morning huh?"[/b] Jenna said to herself as she stretched her arms, and thought for a moment. [b]"Two hours at most then?"[/b] She needed to get out of here soon, then. This place was probably already crawling with zombies. First though, she checked the bandages on her shoulder. It had taken a bit of a beating when she had escaped her parents house a week or so ago. She bandaged it and cleaned it as best as she could, but she wasn't an expert. It had mostly healed, she thought, but it still caused some pain every now and then. She figured that was probably not a good sign, but she wasn't a professional, so she was optimistically hopeful it was just doing that because it was healing. After seeing that everything was more or less in order, she walked over to where she had sat her backpack down. As she went to pick it up though, her foot slipped on something causing her to loose her balance. She hit the ground on her injured shoulder with a loud thud, thankfully managing to suppress a pained yelp in hopes of not attracting any zombies that weren't already alerted to her presence. As she laid there and caught her breath, a vodka bottle rolled into her field of vision, obviously the perpetrator of her recent fall. [b]"Huh, I wondered where that went..."[/b] Jenna said as she sat up, massaging her sore shoulder. She picked up the bottle, and much to her dismay found it empty. [b]"Well so much for a morning refreshment."[/b] Her thoughts were interrupted by a series of moans and shuffling behind the door. So much for getting out of here quietly. She quickly picked up her backpack, and slung it over her shoulders and went to the window. After making sure the outside was relatively clear of zombies, she jumped through the window, putting her good shoulder first. By time the zombies broke down the door and shambled over to the window, she was already gone. --- After having what could be considered a brush with death this morning, Jenna decided she needed to get her bearings. She wasn't sure what part of town she was in, as she hadn't exactly been in Trumbull valley for very long. She lived in the city, and her parents moved here shortly after she got into college, so aside from what she discovered while she was avoiding zombies, she knew relatively little about the town. All she knew was that she was north of her parents house in Marshall City. So was this Spencer's Mill? She shook her head and decided it didn't really matter for the moment. She took a tentative look around the corner of a building. The road beyond seemed clear enough of zombies. There were a few scattered about, but she could easily sneak past them so long as she didn't have a repeat of the incident with the vodka bottle. She crouched, and quietly made her way to the front of the house, her S&W in her hands ready to fire at a moments notice. As she neared the front of the building, she spotted a figure sitting on top of some radio tower. Was it another survivor? That would be nice to find after about a week of being by herself. She wasn't going anywhere near the tower though, the street in that direction was crawling with Zombies. Before she could make a move though, she heard someone yelling something from down the street. [i]"What the...? Whoever that is, is a goddamn idiot."[/i] She thought with a small smile. [i]"But good for me...mostly."[/i] Zombies began to run down the street, away from her. Whoever had shouted that was in for a nasty surprise. Still, though with all the zombies being running around moving would be bad for her health. --- Cristoph sighed as he crushed the butt of his second to last cigarette under his shoe as he looked out of his home's window. Well, it was either now or never for the doctor. He couldn't stay here any more, he finished off the last of his supplies this morning. He had mixed feelings about leaving. This was their home...her home, and now her grave. He buried her in the back yard shortly after he found her dead, torn to pieces by the...creatures. He made a makeshift gravestone for her out of some wooden planks, and carved her name into it. That was a week ago. He lit his last cigarette and took a long drag from it before turning away from the window. He stuffed both of his hands into his lab coats pockets. It was either now or never, if he didn't force himself to leave here now, he wouldn't be able to make himself do it later. He made his way to the front door, removing the planks he had used to board it up. He took the first step outside of his house in days, slowly walking down the sidewalk towards the road, keeping an eye out for any of the so called undead. He wasn't going to get very far on his own two feet. Physical fitness wasn't he forte. The first thing he would need was a vehicle. He had a pretty good idea where one was. There was a construction site not too far from here. The problem was going to be getting there. Cristoph kept a pace that could be described as a fast walk, making sure to keep the noise he made to a minimum. If he got spotted by those things, he wouldn't last long against them. He fingered his Tomcat with some hesitation. He wasn't exactly god with it, he mainly had it simply for personal protection. It had never left the box in his house before. He wasn't even sure if it was loaded, or even how to check if it was loaded. Guns weren't his thing. Science was. He seemed to have been in luck, though, the area was quiet enough, and most zombies seemed to be somewhere else for the moment. If it wasn't for the eerie quiet, and lack of other people it could seem like a normal day. He didn't let the quiet distract him though. He knew that they were out there somewhere. The slightest noise he made could send a horde of the undead down upon him. He shook that gruesome thought from his head, and kept going. He soon reached the construction site with little incident, he did have to take a detour though, as a horde of zombies was blocking the most direct route. The detour proved to be good, though, as he heard some gunfire coming from the old Ascension Church. After he checked to see if this vehicle was still there, he'd have to drive by and see if there was indeed someone there that had room for one more. Surely a experienced doctor would be in high demand in this situation. As he neared the old construction site, he let out a sigh of relief. He was right, there was an pickup truck right where he thought there would be. Now, the only question is, would it run?