"Made it," Remy said in a hushed whisper, as he broke the forest barrier and stumbled into the small town. It was probably one of the smallest towns he had ever seen. Only one public school, a store that had everything called "Marty Mart's", a gas station, one fast food place that looked like it had not been in business fifty some odd years before the outbreak, and a scattering of 30 or so houses, half of which looked long abandoned even before the undead came.

He breathed a sigh of relief when at first, he did not see any undead, but he soon noticed two people peering around one of the house's porches. At first, he wasn't sure if they were alive or dead, but on closer inspection, he could tell they were still on his side of the team. Team Living. 'What are they doing?' he wondered. He held back, not wanting to cause alarm, because they did look armed.

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"Ah, don't hurt me," Olivia pleaded, her green eyes wide in fright. She looked out from behind the porch at the two people, holding her gun up in a shaking hand. "I may look young, but I really know how to use this." She bit down hard on her lower lip, causing it to bleed. "This house is clear... I was just hiding for a while so I could..." She trailed off. They wouldn't care that she liked to keep up the habit of writing in her journal. It made her feel normal in a abnormal world.