Lizzy got low, going into a well-practiced stealth crouch. All at once her footsteps fell almost completely silent. This place was a wreck. Not nearly as lucky as the last town. Still, she knew how to scrounge things up better than most people did. Carefully she squinted around the corner and-

	[color=fff79a][i]"Gasp~" [/i][/color] Lizzy gasped. A fly. Not just that, but one with a corpse in its mandibles. Just like... Images and sounds flashed through her head, her heart felt like it had just imploded in on itself. Her eyes were wide and she began to hyper ventilate. Guess she was skipping this town after all!

	[color=fff79a]"Fuck."[/color] She whispered quietly, eyes wet. 

	Much to her surprise, she heard a human voice. Spanish. Lizzy snapped her head toward the source and blinked. What the fuck? Was that a luchadore? It was bizarre, but somehow it made her trust him more. Fresh blood- was that dead body a friend of his? Still, Lizzy was hesitant to follow this random stranger she had just met. Single women wandering around like her were in danger before the apocalypse, let alone when there were no cops around.

	But at this moment...it was between the luchadore and the flies. Lizzy stayed low in her crouch, but moved across the pavement at a high speed. She ducked behind the truck, putting it between her and the fly but keeping some distance from the stranger. [color=fff79a]"What now?" [/color] She asked in Spanish, her midwest accent strong. Keeping an eye on where the Fly went, she wiped her eyes, trying to toughen up.