[color=tan]"What a mess."[/color]  

Angel had to keep a sunny disposition.  It was to keep her sanity.  Laugh in the face of danger, and maybe you can pretend to be brave. 
 Inside she was freaking out and kept her pitchfork nearby.  She wished she had a real spear but that was the best she could do for a long time now, and frankly, it worked pretty good so far. 

Anywho, she didn't need torches, her unique structure could pick up on warmth, and her tongue could taste the air for anything strange.  She decided very quickly to keep that in her mouth.  It smelled like death here.  Alot of these bodies were only a few days old and the flies were having a feast.  Without that, and without light, her progress between the buildings were slow.  

Having been a farmer herself, she knows how folks would store their food.  There was always some stuff in jars and pots, most of the time, meal food like wheaet and corn were stiched in giant bags like flour.  There were also the silos.  If the silos were here, and their contents weren't completely invested with vermin, the kids could eat pretty for atleast a few days.  She had to remember her family though, how they barely did any work in the days leading up to this insanity, and how their hard work was allowed to wilt and spoil.  He hoped that this town had thought of something for the winter before everything went to hell.

She thought back of the decision to head into town.  [color=tan]"Y'all better not try ta shoot at me, ya hear."[/color]  She reminded everyone before they went on this little errand.  She went ahead of the group.  Her tail actually made less noise then everyone's feet, shockingly so she could scout it out first just to make sure.  She knows she was different.  One of the only 'monsters' of the small army of kids.  But she was trying to be a sweetheart as best she could.  The kids were scared, and there were worse thing about then a beautiful smiling snake girl.  Atleast that was her reasoning.  She could swear some of the kids though she was going to eat them, even though she was the one that ended up cooking most of the time.

Regardless, so far so good, but as quiet as things were, she could hear the noises in the distance.  A scream even and this made her go peeak past a corner and take a look.  They weren't panicking so everything must have been fine.  

Speaking of, she didn't check this house yet.  She climbed in through the window, her bulk landing with a creak.

[@Vertigo]

She winced at the sound, which almost made herself jump.  [color=tan]"Eeep... okay okay Angel, you be brave now."[/color]  She kept the prongs forward as she vaulted up on her tail.  Typical cottage, typical things in a typical house.  It was like a hurricane went through it.  Tables, chairs, broken windows, soot out of the fire.  A rocking chair lay broken, balls of wool on the floor.  She made her way to the kitchen, not much better.  The pots and pans were scattered, some hanging dangerously from hooks threatening to fall off.  

She kept her eyes, nose trained on the floor, the corners, anywhere someone or something could hide.  If there was a battle here, where are the bod-  She stopped as she almost tripped on a woman's corpse.  [color=tan]"Good lords..."[/color]  She said with a quiver.  The woman's head had been bashed in with a frying pain.  The blood and pulp had congealed into a blackish mark.  This made the naga put a hand to her mouth and back up---

into the pot that was hanging.  It fell off the hook and landed on the counter and then the floor with an audibly large crash!