Post by Hannah Madison Emritz on Dec 12, 2015 12:01:46 GMT -5
The engine roared as Hannah rode down the area she thought Susan was walking. Her thin trench coat flicked with the wind. Looking from side to side with her eyes. Every now and then she had to swerve around vehicles and even the undead. Hope was starting to become bleak until she saw a few dead walkers leading up to a house a good bit up the road. Shifting into the next gear, she slid the throttle to full letting the engine roar even louder. Dirt kicked up behind her. Hannah was hoping that Susan was in that building hunkered down. But time would only tell when she reached it this house. More and more dead walkers laid motionless on the ground. As she approached, she let the throttle down slowly to slow her roll. This was a two story house. It was a nice place. One she imagined having a life in. Pulling around back, she kicked the kick stand down and gotten off. Pulling out her M1911 handgun and one of her daggers, she walked carefully to the back door. Trying the door knob, she felt the door was locked. Two choices were now in front of her. Either take the time to pick the lock or kick in the door. Shaking her head, the choice was made.
Taking a step back, she would kick hard on the door close the knob. The door jam broke and the door flew open banging hard against the wall. Stepping in the threshold and scanning each part of the room. Signs of life being in the house was evident as things were scattered and moved around. "Susan? Are you here?" Walking slowly and carefully, she walked into the living area where a set of old wooden staircase lead up to the next floor. A sound was heard from up there. Going up, she looked at each end of the hall and saw one door shut. Walking to it, she had the gun aimed fixed at the dead center of the door. Letting a slow exhale of breath, she reached out and slowly opened the door to see who or what is behind it. "Please Susan...be here..."
Taking a step back, she would kick hard on the door close the knob. The door jam broke and the door flew open banging hard against the wall. Stepping in the threshold and scanning each part of the room. Signs of life being in the house was evident as things were scattered and moved around. "Susan? Are you here?" Walking slowly and carefully, she walked into the living area where a set of old wooden staircase lead up to the next floor. A sound was heard from up there. Going up, she looked at each end of the hall and saw one door shut. Walking to it, she had the gun aimed fixed at the dead center of the door. Letting a slow exhale of breath, she reached out and slowly opened the door to see who or what is behind it. "Please Susan...be here..."