@crnunnos
Quiet was as eerie as the sound of voices belonging to the deceased; goosebumps rode on her skin from not the cold, but dreaded anticipation. In her arms, the dog of a civilian who had gotten separated in the chaos of running, it’s lead wrapped many a time around her arm for the sake of preventing a repeat. Down the street she tiptoed, clutching the pet firmly, with only the excitable panting to ward off complete, maddening silence.
Back to the wall, they awaited at the turn from one face of the salon to another, a corner around which she dared to peek. Only the one could be found, and not undead.
His presence was reassuring, though not without fret that the lack of others insinuated. Enough it was to coax her out of the shadows, keeping watch of their surroundings from all angles as best she could. “Is the area clear? Being out here alone is reason to believe it’s possible, but no-one else has appeared. Unless something brought you back here despite the risks”.