Chrlotte listened and slowly nodded as Alyssa spoke to her, pausing when she asked if she was armed and replied hesitantly “I actually don’t have a gun”.
A few moments later she pulled the large hunting knife from where it was hidden and flashed the blade at her.
“If any of them find me they won’t be around to pass on our location” she said quietly, nodding again though as Alyssa had told her to run. “I’ll try” Charlotte added uncertainly, her leg and the wound still stinging fiercely “but I may not get that far”. She gestured to the wound.
Charlotte waited and watched as the others made moves to get rid of the Blood Army members that we heading towards them, before deciding briefly that she’d rather be doing something than sat waiting. With a careful glance back towards her new companions she made her way inside the house that they had until a few moments ago being heading inside of. It was a large house and had a large set of hedges running around the perimeter of the property, serving to cut line of sight between her and the others. She noted that it would also keep them safer from any other prying eyes that may come through. She cautiously tried the front door, frowning as she found it was locked. Making her way around the house she tried several windows before she found one that was unlocked. She carefully clambered through making efforts to keep the weight off her leg. Once inside she wasted little time in search through the rooms one after another, quickly though her mood sank as she found that the majority of the cupboards and draws were completely empty. As she finished searching upstairs she made her way back down into the kitchen, pausing to listen at the door to the basement before she pushed it open and slowly descended into the houses cellar. Quickly the stench of death and decay reached her nose and she almost gagged. Covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve she continued with her knife clutched tightly in her other hand, cautiously and carefully making her way down. The source of the smell was soon obvious, a pair of corpses sprawled in the middle of the room with a shotgun still protruding from one of their mouths, but her eyes were drawn to the room itself and the vast array of containers and other provisions that had been horded here.
There were boxes of non-perishable food, bottled water and best of all first aid supplies. She paused and examined the bodies, kneeling down as she saw that one of them had a blood-stained book clasped under a hand. Moving the hand with her knife she picked up the book and flicked through it. It was a photoalbum filled with pictures of a young couple. As she flicked through she saw that they looked happy. She frowned then as she saw a series of pictures with them at a hospital with a newborn baby, grinning up at her like idiots in love. Towards the end of the album the pictures were of the baby at home and even what looked like a first birthday. She glanced around the room looking for any signs of the baby, or of what may remain of it, but couldn’t see anything. Flicking to the last page she saw that there was a long paragraph scrawled in pen. It was a suicide note. Reading it struck her again how fucked everything was. These two had food, supplies and a mostly secure location. But their baby had a rare disorder and needed specialised medication, which they hadn’t been able to find. He’d died and they’d buried their son in the backyard before then killing themselves. Struggling briefly with the thought Charlotte dropped the book to the ground and quickly made her way back upstairs, pushing the couple from her thoughts.
She would wait for the others, she was confident that the three of them, plus archangel would make fast enough work of the Blood Army. Charlotte made another mental note, that once her leg was patched up she would ask one of them to show her how to shoot. Her mind went to the shotgun in the basement and she wondered how she’d feel using a gun with such a dark history – before deciding it didn’t matter if it helped her stay alive.
A few moments later she pulled the large hunting knife from where it was hidden and flashed the blade at her.
“If any of them find me they won’t be around to pass on our location” she said quietly, nodding again though as Alyssa had told her to run. “I’ll try” Charlotte added uncertainly, her leg and the wound still stinging fiercely “but I may not get that far”. She gestured to the wound.
Charlotte waited and watched as the others made moves to get rid of the Blood Army members that we heading towards them, before deciding briefly that she’d rather be doing something than sat waiting. With a careful glance back towards her new companions she made her way inside the house that they had until a few moments ago being heading inside of. It was a large house and had a large set of hedges running around the perimeter of the property, serving to cut line of sight between her and the others. She noted that it would also keep them safer from any other prying eyes that may come through. She cautiously tried the front door, frowning as she found it was locked. Making her way around the house she tried several windows before she found one that was unlocked. She carefully clambered through making efforts to keep the weight off her leg. Once inside she wasted little time in search through the rooms one after another, quickly though her mood sank as she found that the majority of the cupboards and draws were completely empty. As she finished searching upstairs she made her way back down into the kitchen, pausing to listen at the door to the basement before she pushed it open and slowly descended into the houses cellar. Quickly the stench of death and decay reached her nose and she almost gagged. Covering her mouth and nose with her sleeve she continued with her knife clutched tightly in her other hand, cautiously and carefully making her way down. The source of the smell was soon obvious, a pair of corpses sprawled in the middle of the room with a shotgun still protruding from one of their mouths, but her eyes were drawn to the room itself and the vast array of containers and other provisions that had been horded here.
There were boxes of non-perishable food, bottled water and best of all first aid supplies. She paused and examined the bodies, kneeling down as she saw that one of them had a blood-stained book clasped under a hand. Moving the hand with her knife she picked up the book and flicked through it. It was a photoalbum filled with pictures of a young couple. As she flicked through she saw that they looked happy. She frowned then as she saw a series of pictures with them at a hospital with a newborn baby, grinning up at her like idiots in love. Towards the end of the album the pictures were of the baby at home and even what looked like a first birthday. She glanced around the room looking for any signs of the baby, or of what may remain of it, but couldn’t see anything. Flicking to the last page she saw that there was a long paragraph scrawled in pen. It was a suicide note. Reading it struck her again how fucked everything was. These two had food, supplies and a mostly secure location. But their baby had a rare disorder and needed specialised medication, which they hadn’t been able to find. He’d died and they’d buried their son in the backyard before then killing themselves. Struggling briefly with the thought Charlotte dropped the book to the ground and quickly made her way back upstairs, pushing the couple from her thoughts.
She would wait for the others, she was confident that the three of them, plus archangel would make fast enough work of the Blood Army. Charlotte made another mental note, that once her leg was patched up she would ask one of them to show her how to shoot. Her mind went to the shotgun in the basement and she wondered how she’d feel using a gun with such a dark history – before deciding it didn’t matter if it helped her stay alive.
