}    The sun’s just starting to set as Clint rolls up on a town. It’s deserted- most towns are nowadays. As far as he can see, there’s no walkers around. That was always a plus. He parks his car just outside of the main stretch of road. Just in case. One can never be to sure recently, and Clint was only alive now because of his distrusting nature and the fact that he had somewhere to be. There was no time to be stalled. He had to find her.

                      There’s a gas station and a supermarket on main street- a drugstore and a liquor store, a few restaurants that were long since raided, emptied and destroyed. He noticed a few buildings were fire damaged. He kept his bow nocked as he started searching the gas station. A couple stale candy bars, which he took, and a broken lightbulb. The place was a mess- shelves toppled, the cash register was put through the cooler doors. There wasn’t much he expected, though. A noise drew him outside. Rustling? Maybe running.

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               He lifted his bow as he walked out the door, drawing it half way in anticipation of something bad. He didn’t call out, wary of the unfriendly sort.