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She waited patiently for his reply, slightly off put by his vacant gaze at her neck, but his eyes suddenly snapped back up to her face. She lifted her eyebrow at him questioningly and lifted her hands up to her throat, checking to see if there was something abnormal lingering there. When she found nothing, she let her hands drop and shrugged, the actual reasoning for his staring going right over her head.

He offered her his hand and she stared at it for a moment before tentatively taking it in the one she hadn't cut. Her hand was small, and smooth, but her nails were dirty, broken, and bitten at, the skin around her finger tips broken and bloodied from digging through corpses, upturned cars, and the ruble of old houses for supplies.

She jerked her head toward the street and said, "Alright, Esmond, will go this way, there's an abandoned motel at the end of the street. The door is chained shut, but if you can kick it in then I am sure we will be able to find some sort of sustenance in the kitchen."

She held her finger up, asking him to wait a moment, and let go of his hand to jump back through the window. Some shuffling around could be heard, and a few minutes later she emerged again, a large black backpack resting on her shoulders.

"Now we can go," she said with a smile. In her haste when she was first awoken she had forgot her pack, but now that she had retrieved it she was ready to journey anywhere.

After a few more seconds of silent contemplation, she decided the quickest way to go was down the street, though weaving through the rows of upturned and rusted vehicles was going to be a pain.

She grabbed his hand again and pulled him in the direction that she was planning to go. They wove through cars and rubbish, before finally arriving on a sidewalk.

For a moment she stood still, getting her barrings and observing their surroundings. Her blue-grey eyes scanned over every inch of their immediate environment and beyond, taking into account anything that seemed dodgy. Abigail wasted no more time standing around, she was used to moving quickly, leaving no time for a predator or infected individual to catch hold of her.

In a few minutes time the came to stand in front of a decrepit building, it stood tall, but just barely. The roof had started to crumble, and the walk way that led up to it was over grown with weeds, and cracked. There was a large crater between them and the building where napalm had been dropped in an attempt to eliminate the infected. Without a second thought, Abigail let his hand go and slid into the crater, running on the bottom and using the velocity to propel herself on to the opposing side. She pulled herself up and stood in the lot in front of the motel.

"Your turn," she said with a smirk.