[b][color=f49ac2]Molly - cul-de-sac - Casey[/color][@QT][/b]


A small flock of birds flew out from behind a building, Molly breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her rifle. "Just some stupid birds" she murmured quietly, glancing around again. Something still didn't feel right and it wasn't clear what was wrong. Casey had been about 5-10 minutes now, if the worst had happened then he might be longer.

 Molly looked down at her a gun, checking the safety nervously. It had been a present on her 16th birthday, a Remington 597. Da had said it makes real woman out of her, Molly had just rolled her eyes at the time. 'Only' a .22lr, it still packed enough force to bring down walkers and the occasional rabbit if she was lucky.

Some movement caught her eye, Casey was at the window of one of the rooms, then gone again. What was he doing? Well she knew he was ok now at least, going back to scanning the surroundings. A couple walkers stumbled onto the very end of the cul-de-sac, standing in the road and blocking the way out. We can deal with 2 walkers Molly thought to herself, They are probably just being attracted by a dead animal or something. A third joined them and they began hunching over something in the road, only the occasional entrail or spurt of blood giving it away.

 Taking a look up at the house, the young girl was beginning to get  worried, why wasn't he back yet? She popped the car door and stepped out into the heat of the slowly descending sun, it was about 1730hrs now according to the cars clock. Closing the Taurus door as quietly as possible, locking it and slipping the keys into her back pocket.  Molly then made her way up the path to the house where Casey was, rifle at the ready...