Snippet #1022551

Annie waited...nothing...She knew she had seen someone.
Strange... she thought.
Maybe she should go and check the house out instead. In a few seconds she worked out the best way would be round the back, that way she could come up unnoticed if there was anyone watching from the front. Slowly she moved away from the open street and into the shadows behind the house. Still no movement but it didn't hurt to be too careful. The back of the house was broken in, it looked like something had really wanted to get inside. Skirting the sharp wood planks and the brick Annie picked her way quietly into the house. As she put weight down on her right leg the floorboards creaked making her flinch and recoil. The pain shot through her thigh from the wound and she knew it had re-opened. Damm those deamons and their entire existance! Gritting her teeth against the pain she pushed her red fringe back and contiuned into the house. Her senses were alert for any slight sound or movement. A floorboard above her head creaked loudly. Annie slipped behind an upturned couch and bent down biting her lip to stop herself from making any noise.

A man in army gear walked past her hiding spot slowly like he was stalking something. Annie assumed he was. If it was a deamon he would be heading in the other direction. The man stepped through the remains of one of the walls. Then he spoke. Quietly Annie snuck up behind him. He had his gun pointed at a girl who was sitting breathing heavily on the porch. Annie pulled her hand gun from her boot.

'Drop the weapon.'