Willie took the empty canteen, and was glad to see Carlee had finished it. She needed it. Her remark about his rifle was actually a good idea, initially he didn't mind using it earlier because he was constantly moving, but if he fired the rifle now just before they entered shelter, they would most likely wake to a crowd of unwanted visitors. [b]"Good call, hadn't even thought'uh bout that."[/b] Willie strapped his rifle to his backpack, removing the combat knife from the end of the barrel and pulling a hatchet out from the bag. He put his backpack on and walked across the street towards the bar, gripping his blade in one hand and the hatchet in the other. Carlee's question had Willie taken aback for a moment. The last time he and his brother spoke was on a payphone months ago, but he actually hadn't seen Franklin in a year. He wasn't entirely sure he would find Franklin at the garage, but there really wasn't anywhere else to look, and family was waiting in Europe. [b]"Bout'a month ago I recall, said he'was still in Chicago."[/b] As they approached the entrance to the bar, Willie handed Carlee a flashlight, and then turned on one that had been attached to a pocket on his jacket. [b]"I don't expect it ta'be too bright in there. Stay close, if there's anything in there it'll be easier for them to pick us off if we're separated."[/b] The sun was beginning to set. It was now or never. Willie began counting down from three with the hand that gripped the hatchet. The moment he reached one, he kicked in the door and moved quickly into the bar. It was easier if they announced their presence so none of the damn things stayed in hiding and got the jump on them, assuming they weren't smart enough to stay hidden. His hunch was correct, and the place was pitch black except for the light the flashlights produced and the slim amount of daylight coming from outside. As far as Willie could see the place wasn't too messed up, apart from a couple of chairs on the floor and a few bottles here and there. It just looked like game 7 was being broadcasted yesterday and someone was too lazy to clean up the mess. Willie stopped in place, and put his hand up, gesturing Carlee to stay still as well. The first half of the bar was clear, but as he approached the other side, his flashlight lit up a puddle of blood on the floor. Unfortunately it seemed to be fresh as it was a bright red. Not only that, but an arm lay in the puddle. He followed the arm with his flashlight, leading up to the rest of the body. It was a man, wearing a suit, on top of him crouched one of the creatures, gnawing away at his chest. As the light hit the creatures face, Willie could make out it's features. It's entire body was skinny to a skeletal point, as it crouched on top of the body it's legs and arms pointed outwards like a spider. As the thing stood up straight, it was unbelievably tall, it's head a few inches from the ceiling. Willie and the creature locked eyes for a moment before it screamed horridly at the two, and dropped to it's arms, it was crawling towards them! The moment the thing came within striking distance of Willie he practically punted the creatures face, causing it to stand back up and reel backwards for a second. Willie impaled its right knee with his hatchet causing it to drop to one knee. It retaliated by grabbing Willie's shoulders with it's lengthy arms, and attempted to pull him closer so it could most likely bite into his neck. Ironically the creature was much stronger than it looked, considering how skinny the thing is. Willie grabbed it's arms and placed his foot on the things chest as to give him leverage so the thing couldn't pull him in. In the distance, another scream could be heard. A second creature slammed through the back door, with all the same features as the first, and began crawling towards the two. --- Dean was somewhat glad to hear Emma wanted to stay. It had been a while since he had encountered people, and even longer since he had decided to stick together with them. There was no harm in sticking together, except for having to share food, but he wasn't greedy, and so far getting food wasn't a problem to him. Timothy's proposal sounded simple enough. And to his luck, Dean was in fact planning on moving east. [b]"I actually was planning on moving east after I like, finished up here. I don't mind your idea, but I, uh. I think it would take longer than a day to scavenge the area around here. It's a big neighborhood, like we don't really want to miss anything y'know. I've found some interesting stuff in houses and stuff. There's also some grocery stores in town we could check out. I guess I get that you want to hurry up with your project, but it would be safe to take things slow. We don't want to rush anything, or move around too much. I'm not trying to argue with you, this is just my opinion, I guess."[/b] Dean trailed off. It was weird to hear Emma say she won't be any trouble. She was acting a lot less clever than before. Maybe she really didn't like being alone. [b]"Okay"[/b] He said simply.