#3

Kylie seemed to lag behind the rest of the group as they moved along the road. Even as she was running with them her limp kept her from moving at an efficient speed. At least they were moving faster then the walkers. She almost regretted dropping out of gym class her junior year. But then the group suddenly stopped. Kylie looked upwards with a gaping mouth. A church. And unless there was always barbed wire and sandbags surrounding the property there might be other survivors inside. 

And if they were hiding out in a church they might not be too dangerous. All Kylie could picture was the little old ladies in the choir at her church wielding guns and melee weapons. She held back a nervous laugh. As the rest of the group made a plan. 

Kylie swallowed the lump in her throat as she was brought into the plan. They wanted to check out that weird car, and maybe even the church. She only hoped this place was abandoned. She didn't want to rob anyone. She wasn't a raider. 

“Yes ma'am.” Kylie said softly to Hannah, removing her machete from the sling on her hip. As she followed behind Oskar she turned back to Hannah. “And...my name is Kylie.” She said before rejoining behind Oskar. She figured if she ended up dying, she at least wanted people to remember who she was.