The red haired girl had been about to lower her bow when she heard footsteps behind her, a yell threatening her. Most people would have lowered their weapon, often to find a bullet in their skull regardless. Unfortunately, Krystal was not most people; she held her ground, the arrow tip aimed at the mans throat as she yelled. The woman behind her had to have realized that if she heard the hammer, Ethan would be dead long before she was. The first sign of walkers was enough for her to flee. Too many bodies, too many Walkers. If there had been less of the living here then she would have had no issue with dealing death to the walkers who began to surround the group. Apparently not all of the horde had been gone, or some had followed them back.
She ducked off the truck without thinking, slipped her bow over her back as she pulled her Bowie Knife from it's sheath, the edge freshly sharpened and the blade polished. The leader seemed a good fighter, a possible ally, and someone who needed safety. She might not trust people so much, but she wasn't exactly the most heartless of people. Keeping out of the line of sight she slipped around a younger child, crying and afraid as a walker stalked toward her. [color]MediumSlateBlue]"White car. Get inside. It's safe,"[/color] she told the child, the walker falling dead at her feet before she moved on. Hurting children wasn't something she was fond of. She could hear a baby in the far background, from up the street where the foreign man had walked toward, right passed her without noticing she had been hiding behind the car.
10K slipped passed someone who'd fallen to the zombies, sliding passed without being noticed to slip her blade into the base of a walkers skull just behind Ethan.
"If you want out, get in my truck." She whispered in his ear, just loud enough for him to hear before she slipped away again, not wanting to be seen. Blood soaked her jeans again, nothing new in this world, and spattered her already freckled face. She might have to go back to that lake to wash off again soon. It was chaos on the road as the nearly exhausted group of survivors struggled to stay alive and escape the group. There couldn't be more than twenty walkers laying dead on the group already, and still there was more coming from both sides of the road. With a glance ahead she ran full force into the back of a walker, using her momentum to throw it to the ground while she ran over it's body. She'd broken it's spine, so it wouldn't be getting up any time soon.
She didn't waste any time getting in the drivers seat of her truck, her knife on her lap as the engine rumbled to life. With a full tank of gas, and modified just right, there was no way these things would be able to stop her once she got rolling. Hitting the gas she slammed into a walker, crushing it as she turned the truck, listening for anything hitting her truck in a too human like manner.
"Two-thousand, one-hundred and fifty-four."
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