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With a angry glare, he took out his hunting rifle, which was attached to his side. But it was too late, she was already gone. He lowered his gun and reslung it. It was best if he didn't stay here. He looked down at some of the blood and took his Bowie knife, carving letters into the dirt. They read Ludicavit Ad Mortem and he carved a Celtic Cross above it. Without a second thought, he gathered his stuff together, took a deep breath, and made a break for it too the city.

[Exit to somewhere in the city (gotta decide)]

Brittany walked along the river side and was looking for tracks,When she spotted some,She bent down and began looking them over,They were quite small and were defiantly of a child,She got up and pulled Aku out of her bag,She set him on the ground and he ran off following the trail of foot prints,When he found the young girl he walked out of the bushes and made a small chittering noise,He slowly walked forward and licked her hand,Brittany and Desoto waited for Aku to return.

Brittany sighed and picked the girl up and set her on Desoto's back,He was just the right size for her to ride seeing as her was almost her height,Aku jumped up into the girls lap as they began to follow the river head towards the camp "Dont worry you sisters safe"She said walking forward with Desoto right behind her being careful so the girl didnt fall off,"Oh and Im Brittany and the Ferret in your lap is Aku and the large dog you riding is Desoto"She said still walking.

Brittany sighed "Its kinda like i really bad cold,But you never get better,And you can only get it if one of the other sick people bites you or scratches you"She said walking a little faster not wanting to really answer any more questions.Aku nuzzled against Melody's hand.

Brittany sighed "We are going to a camp And yes Ember is there and yes it is safe"She said walking into the gypsy camp.Aku licked her cheek.
~~exit to gypsy camp~~

It was about a ten minute's walk from the barn to the river, most of which had been in wide open fields where seeing walkers for long distances had been easy. There were none to dodge luckily, but she grew nervous knowing the soon she would have to cross a bit of forest to reach the water. The breath caught in her throat, her lips forming the nervous 'o' as usual. She held her breath, forcing herself to not be afraid and just do it, which she did, but with great caution. She was careful of where she stepped, listened closely, not hearing much other than birds fluttering and singing... It was quite lovely, actually. Liberating as well... When she drew close to the river, her eyes shifted nervously around, most other sounds were overshadowed by the water flowing. After a few moments of observation, she ducked down and placed the bucket in the water, keeping hold of the handle as the current was surprisingly strong at this part of the river. Her machete was on the ground just next to her feet as she stretched to put the bucket in the water and yet not get her shoes wet.

As she enjoyed the sun that peeked through the trees, she heard the sound she'd hoped never to hear again. It was the eerie and determined 'guh' sound followed by a disturbing 'gak' sound. Her body quaked as she let go of the bucket and turned quickly around to see that a walker was just in front of her, it's arms outstretched and mouth greedy. As she leaned back to get away from it, who used to be a her, she reached to the machete that was now on her left side but as she did, she toppled backward and into the water. Though she now laid back on rocks and stones, she had managed to grab the machete. She swung frantically at the walker before her, only slicing it's midsection which did no good. The walker was practically laying on top of her now, pushing her face under the water, causing her to panic more as she could not breathe. With her machete she continued swinging away, blindly hoping to cut something vital... and then it happened. She had managed to cut the head in two, slantwise. She knew immediately because the walker went limp atop her, her face still under water, until she used every bit of energy she had saved from the terrible night's sleep to push the body from her. Falene emerged from the water soaking wet and gasping for air. The body of the walker laid on the shore, one of its hands barely in the water. She stood up, her pant legs were surprisingly not very wet, for her feet had been onshore for most of the scuffle. That was until she remembered the bucket that had drifted downstream a ways and had caught on a rock. "Revenez ici!" [Get back here!] she stumbled back into the water, running with the current to retrieve the bucket. Once she had, she returned to the spot where the corpse was.

Falene, now exhausted set the bucket onshore and walked over to the once female walker, taking an arm and tugging it. She pulled the dead weight away from the water and barely passed the treeline, just to be sure. When she approached the river again, the daunting half-of-a face peered at her from a shallow spot in the water. The piece of the head she'd cut off. It had gotten stuck on a sandbar. Approaching it with an expression of disgust and sadness, she did what she must and delicately picked it up with only fingertips, being careful not to touch the even more disgusting slashed part. She walked quickly, not wanting to hold the thing for long, and place it near the body, feeling that it must be with it. She was a person at one time... "Que Dieu vous accorde la paix," [May God grant you peace,"] she whispered to the corpse, feeling an undeniable amount of sadness. It had been a long time since she had killed to survive, and she was never able to get used to the feeling when the thing you had to kill still resembled a human. After a moment's hesitation she walked back to the bucket, poured out the water, rinsed her hands, waited for a good flow of water to go by, hopefully the strong current would carry away the yuck. Scar would boil the water regardless. She felt her eyes grow teary as she grabbed at her soaking wet clothes, ever-frustrated at the way things had turned out. Not just these occurrences, but life, the world, her position in the group being weak... It was hard to tell but her tears mixed with the water on her face, making her cheeks warm where the tears had trailed. She fixed her expression, wiping excess water and tears from her cheeks, forcing herself not to cry anymore, rinsed and refilled the bucket and turned to make her way back home. She just wasn't sure how to explain her drenched clothes...