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( chapter four, the crows. )
AFTER SADIE'S ABRUPT silence, the only sound occupying the space of the truck is the heavy metal music blaring from the speakers. She didn't mind it, it keeps Troy from making conversation along with keep her thoughts quiet — which was rare as most times her head would be screaming at her.
Sadie turns to Troy as the truck slows to a stop, braking in front of a small house with the outside desolate of anything living or dead. She watches as Troy turns the music off, grabbing his rifle that was perched between her legs before stepping out of the truck, surveying the surrounding area as he closes the driver-side door.
She follows suit, holding her machete tight in her hands as Troy silently signals to his men with a gesture of his hands — she wasn't familiar with the hand signs and so, she simply follows behind Madison, who had taken out her pistol instead of the hatchet from before.
The group splits off, one of the men following behind Sadie and Madison. A distant bang sounds out to their right and Madison quickly aims her gun toward the sound, more bangs follow and Sadie inches closer, her knuckles turning white from the tight grip on her machete as she zeros-in on a doorway behind the house.
Before either of the two women can step closer, the door bursts open as Troy steps out. Sadie sighs in relief, thankful to not have to encounter more of the undead at the moment. Her head tilts as she notices the splatter of red liquid—blood—on the wall of the house, she wonders what could've happened to cause the amount of blood staining the wall.
She doesn't think much of it as she turns around, following her mother's gaze and setting her eyes on the white pickup truck — bloody hand-prints and smears of the red liquid cover the driver-side door of the truck. Sadie flits her gaze over to Madison, mirroring her look of concern as the two—along with Troy and a few of his men—walk over to the open shipment container sitting in front of the truck.
Sadie peaks her head in, blue eyes squinting as they adjust to the abrupt darkness surrounding the inside of the container — it was clear, nothing living or dead occupying the space.
"What's that smell?" Troy speaks up, blue eyes scanning the area as Sadie walks over to his side. She groans, arm quickly covering her nose to prevent the unknown but foul stench to invade her nose. "Son of a bitch," Troy curses, rushing toward the source of the smell with his rifle raised.
