Snippet #1892206

Sammie packed her bag with ammo and food. Slipping the straps onto her back, she headed back up to the roof. From there she heard the noises that the pawn shop had kept from her ears. Noise meant other survivors. But it also meant attracting the things. Gulping, the girl shut the roof door behind her so that her safe haven would remain safe.

Moving across the roof, the girl went over to one side. The garbage can was over there. When she had run from the pawn shop to the house for food and clothing, she had pushed it away from the building so nothing could climb up onto it to get to the roof. Now jumping down wasn’t going to be the easiest thing in the world.

Judging the distance, she made sure her weapons were on safety just in case. Right now she was more afraid of shooting herself than she was of the creatures. Making sure everything was secure; she took a deep breath and jumped. She hit the top of the garbage container with a thud and winced. That hurt… a bit. She wasn’t a baby but it was a decent drop.

Glancing around, she made sure the coast was clear from what she could still see. The noises were still going on so if she was lucky she could find other survivors and hopefully her father. Jumping the last short distance to the ground, Sam took out one of her pistols, unlocked the safety and leveled the gun up. She looked around again before heading for the source of the noise. She only hoped she came up behind of the creatures and not in the middle.