[center][h2][b][color=0072bc]Whitney Ambrose[/color][/b][/h2]
short collab with [@Solace][/center]

When morning came, it meant that it was time to get moving. After finding a basically overturned trailer in the midst of a wooded area, she had climbed inside the large tin structure and closed the door. It was an uncomfortable rest, but it was also the safest. Dusk had been approaching, and that was when Whitney knew that she had to take whatever she could find. And so, she crawled out of the trailer, her body complaining loudly as it retracted from the strange position that it was in as she rested. 

Once again, Whitney walked alone. She had been alone for the better portion of a year, and she both loved and hated it. Being alone meant that you only cared and thought for yourself. But being alone also meant that you had to fend for yourself. She had to thank whatever had decided [i]not[/i] to get her sick or severely injured. An immobilized human was basically asking to get devoured by those creatures that had plagued the nation.

Whitney continued to walk, heading towards the coast as she readjusted the bag on her back. There had to be non-hostile people somewhere. The only ones she encountered were almost as savage as the walkers themselves, raiding stores and stripping their shelves of every single item. Shaking her head, she found herself near a highway, and the smell of salt water stung her nose. For a moment, she was surprised that she had made it there so quickly; she didn't know how long she had been traveling.

However, as she traveled, she spotted something moving about at a sluggish pace at the edge of the highway. She could basically see the rotting flesh and the crooked limbs of the creature as it turned its head to face her. It was a walker, and from what she can tell, it was alone. Whitney slowly made her way over, knowing that if it was just one of the creatures, she could easily take care of it. Taking down even only one of them meant a huge difference. Yet, as she drew her bat, she heard a deep snarl to her right. She turned her head, her eyes widening slightly as she noticed that more of them had crawled over a hill near the road. And now, they were headed towards her.

[color=0072bc][b]"Shit,"[/b][/color] Whitney cursed under her breath, putting away the bat and sprinting down the highway. She ran as fast as she could, her ragged breaths filling the air as she did not stop. Eventually, she had reached a boarded up house, and she swore that she saw a campfire. Were there really people there? 

[color=0072bc][b]"There are walkers down the road!"[/b][/color] she cried as loud as she could as she ran closer. The best she could do was warn them.

Walter blinked in the moment of time, his head tilting towards the stranger emerging from the road. [color=FFD700][b]"Hey,"[/b][/color] he looked along the members of their group that was around, pointing towards the woman as she shouted that there were walkers approaching. Without much thought, he ran towards her, pulling the crowbar from his side.

[color=FFD700][b]"Walkers, you said?"[/b][/color] Walter asked as he stopped where the woman was.

Whitney was relieved to see that someone had approached her. She thought that they would run away or attack her-- people were too on the edge, these days. [color=0072bc][b]"Yes,"[/b][/color] she gasped. [color=0072bc][b]"They're not far away from here. We have to hurry!"[/b][/color] 

[@everyone near/in the house]