Scenario 2: The Forest (Closed for now - Wolverbells only)
Snap.
"Careful." advised a female whisper.
Levi turned around slowly and grimaced apologetically at Evelyn for stepping on and breaking a fragile twig. The two had been trudging through a rather dense forest located on the outskirts of Naperville for what seemed like hours on end. Hunger was settling in but, fortunately, they were carrying a relatively ample supply of water on their person. The benefit of donning a trench coat replete with pockets was that water bottles, food and other miscellaneous supplies could be carried with more ease than lugging a backpack around. Evelyn, ever the contrarian, patently disagreed with this sentiment since she preferred the satchel strung around her shoulder.
The plan, so far, was going off without a hitch. The roads in Naperville were difficult to travel through without attracting the attention of ravenous hordes of undead; traversing through the forest seemed like a much safer alternative. They had spotted only a couple of walkers throughout the duration of their excursion and had been able to slip away quietly and undetected. Compared to the outside world, this place was a tranquil haven; the placidity made it easy to forget that the entire planet had gone to hell and that misery and pain were waiting eagerly to greet them once they emerged from the other side of the forest.
"Stop." breathed Levi, eyes fixated on a statuesque form seated near the base of a tree. "2 o' clock."
"I see it, looks like a rabbit!" she responded in a high pitched whisper, barely concealing her excitement.
"Got it?" he asked nervously, salivating at the sight of the animal but terrified of the consequences of failure.
Evelyn unsheathed the fire iron that she had taken from Levi's house and carefully crouched, positioning herself for what she hoped would be the perfect throw. She raised the fire iron over her head, took a deep breath and held it in.
"Great work!" commended Levi, pulling the fire iron out of the dead rabbit's neck and tossing the weapon back to Evelyn.
Evelyn grinned at him and resheathed the weapon, trying not to think of the pure luck involved with nabbing the rabbit. She had misthrown the fire iron, but thanks to some unintended prescience, she had managed to launch the weapon in the exact direction that the startled rabbit attempted to flee in.
"This looks like a good place to rest." commented Levi as the two stood in front of a small, dilapidated-looking log house. In better days, this must have been the residence of the groundskeeper. Judging by its appearance, it had already been ransacked, but both he and Eve were efficient scroungers and it was certainly not beyond the realm of possibility that they would find something others had missed.
Placing his hand gently on the door handle, Levi slowly pushed it open, wincing at the creaking whisper of the hinges. What he saw in front of him froze his blood but, somehow, managing to retain his composure, he silently beckoned Evelyn into the log house and shut the door surreptitiously.
"Put your hands up and turn around." he commanded forcefully to the two figures crouched down across the living room table, their backs facing towards him. "Any sudden movements and so help me God I will blow your fucking heads off!"
He and Evelyn both raised their guns at the same time, locking their sights onto the heads of the two strangers, poised to fire at the first sign of provocation.