For about 10 minutes Willie continued through Chicago, moving through buildings and alleyways. After a while he realized he had lost his sense of direction and didn't quite know where he was. It was going to get dark soon, so he needed to find out how far the garage was before he could decide whether or not to move on or seek shelter. He didn't know which was more dangerous. Fortunately there hadn't been any monsters about and he seemed to have entered somewhat of a deserted part of the city. He moved more calmly but remained cautious. Willie took cover in an alleyway and pulled out a map of Chicago. He knew the street he was looking for and skimmed the map momentarily before finding it. It was too far, so it looked like shelter was his next objective. Uncomfortably he looked around, everything was so silent. It was a hard thing to get used to, before everything had happened, Willie loved people. That was the hardest part of all of this to him. You don't realize how nice it is to have people around you until you're moving through a city alone. 

Peeking out the alleyway to check it was clear, Willie moved forward with caution, gripping his carbine rifle. He saw a tree in the distance but didn't think much of it, until he realized there was a figure laying beside it. He quickly took a defensive stance, aiming his sights on the figure. The monsters didn't usually lay or sit down, unless of course they were dead. Or alive. If the figure was an infected, it would be pointless to shoot and easier to take it down using the makeshift bayonet on his rifle. Willie kept his defensive stance as he slowly approached the tree. 

A great sense of relief overcame him when he could see that the figure was a person, a young girl, sitting with her back against the tree. But why was she sitting in a place like this? She could possibly be bitten and on the verge of becoming one of the monsters, approaching her now was too risky, he didn't like it but he had to keep his rifle pointed at her, she didn't appear to be bitten from what he could see but now wasn't the time to be so careless. He approached the girl slowly, keeping his aim steady, until he was about 25 yards from her position. 

[b]"Excuse me"[/b] Willie shouted [b]"Hey girl, you alright? Are you hurt? I won't hurt'cha"[/b]

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Dean felt uneasy. His stomach hurt and his head began to ring. He already knew sleep wasn't an option tonight, hell if that car hadn't passed he still probably wouldn't be sleeping tonight. His mind was racing with paranoia. He looked around the living room, unsure of what to do next, when he saw a figure move outside the window. At first he thought he was seeing things, but as he stepped towards the window to get a better view, he realized he wasn't. Somebody was standing outside, across the street. Dean's stomach twisted and he immediately ducked out of sight under the window and began to crawl backwards until his back hit the couch.

There was no doubt somebody was outside. How long had that person been there? He had barely noticed after the car passed, fear overcame Dean as he pondered whether or not that person was associated with those in the vehicle. His house was probably being staked out, or even worse, he had picked up a tail, and they could raid his house any minute. Dean put his head down and placed his hands on his forehead. He wasn't thinking clearly. It was unwise to make any of these assumptions before actually seeing who this person was and what their intentions were. He got up to his feet but remained in a crouching position, and silently moved through the house, his equipment lay next to the front door. Frantically he pulled out his pistol and loaded it with a full clip. He had never fired a gun before but whoever was outside wouldn't know, and it would be dumb to go out here with a bat, even though he kind of preferred too. 

Dean looked up to the door, gripping the 9mm in his right hand, and opened it. The person remained across the street and from this position Dean could tell it was a girl. He moved down the front porch stairs slowly, leaving the door opened behind him and aiming the gun with both hands towards the girl. He walked with caution on the lawn before stopping and standing in place. He realized that if this girl was hypothetically associated with the thieves, this could be a distraction. The thought made his heart beat fast but he couldn't break character. He gripped the pistol tightly, aiming right at her chest. 

[b]"What do you want?"[/b] he yelled across the street.