Post by Shelby Redfield on Sept 23, 2016 5:55:34 GMT -5
The sound of burnt rubber upon concrete resounded in the streets of a small Texas town by the name of Midlothian, a small suburban and homely town that was near Waxahachie and several miles from Dallas. The rubber belonged to the slender, hot wheels of a motorcycle, a customized Harley Davidson to be exact. The engine was different than the standard on-order issue, and other parts were different as well. She parked her bike downtown where there was a small strip mall near a deserted and poorly-maintained "Dominoes" pizza, one of the buildings saying "Main Street Gym" with some of the lettering cracked and just as poorly-maintained. The owner of the motorcycle, a young woman of slightly-above average height and build, took her helmet off to set it on the tail of her bike and, after engaging the stand on the left side of it, she got up off of it and stretched. She wondered why there were no zombies around, at least not at the moment. The town itself was relatively blended as it wasn't entirely seperate from the residential section, but still there were quite a ways to work around. On her way, she had noted the police station off near the highway overlooking a bridge that leads to a small store, an unused building, a coffee shop, and a couple apartment complexes with a middle school beyond them. She figured she could probably hit the police station next after getting her bearings, as she had noticed it was fenced off and the fences looked undamaged. With a sigh of being able to breathe and relax, she looked around quietly, reaching back to draw her Barnett Demon Crossbow and proceeded to have it unfold its bow for loosing bolts...if she was going to sneak, she was going to do so strategically.