Look For The Light | Ellie Williams

XXV

Halfway point through Look For The Light. Thanks for coming this far. I love you all dearly.
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  "It looks like a fucking ghost town," Syiir blurted, his eyes scanning the town as they stood in the gate entrance of the town.

  The town was empty, dusty and destroyed.
There were a few houses down the town and small shops along the small roads of the town.

  The buildings were dirty, half destroyed and everything was gloomy. There were old cars, broken glass windows and scratches with walker flesh smeared around some.

  Even in the sun, the place looked dark.

  Auburn's eyes snapped to the walkers where she heard snarls from.

  "Walkers— we need to clear the area and close the gate," she demanded, walking in as she whipped out her knife.

  Everyone pushed in together, staying close as they killed walkers from left and right.

  Auburn gripped one by the shoulder, shanking the knife straight into the skull of the walker before pulling the knife out and pushing the limp body away.

  Everyone used knives to kill the walkers to prevent any loud noise echoing throughout the town and drawing more walkers. Evelyn didn't kill any, the fear being overwhelming for her.

  Evelyn repeatedly cursed at the group to stop killing the walkers, her voice breaking as her eyes watered, but everyone else knew they had to.

  They had to kill the walkers to survive. Isabella had  stopped killing them to hold Evelyn as they made their way through the small town. There weren't many walkers, just a few here and there.

  "We're clear here," Syiir called out, pulling a knife out of a walker he just killed.

  "We need to sweep one of the houses and clear it out if there are walkers inside," Auburn stated as they all began to walk to the street with houses.

  "She's bossy- I like her," Syiir grinned amusedly, tossing the knife in the air and catching it by the grip.

  Ellie wiped the walker blood from the blade of her knife with a black bandana she had hanging in the back pocket of his jeans. "Shut the fuck up, Syiir. No one cares about what you like," she hissed annoyedly.

  Auburn snorted, but cleared her throat to cover it up as she walked up the stone steps of one of the houses.

  The houses were small cottage looking homes.
They looked vintage and neutral.

  Auburn had her knife in her hand, one hand on the doorknob. "Some of us take the upstairs and some of us take the main floor. Clear the rooms and be careful," her tone was stern, "Ready?" She looked over her shoulder at her peers who were also holding their knives and spears.

  They all nodded and murmured yes.

  "Alright, let's move in," Auburn demanded, swinging the door open.

  The smell of the undead and rotten decay filling up her nostrils immediately, making her want to hurl.

  The house was completely damaged, walls dirty and floors dirty. The furniture was ripped, the house was half empty.