~watchtheendrollby
With her back bent, head low, Courtney walked among the shadows. She tried her best to stay low and silent in the shadows, if no one could see her it would steer her away from any more problems. Absentmindedly picking at the dried blood under her fingernails, the blonde looked at the area and everything that was left in it. Pieces of glass on the concrete, cars with no tires and their hoods popped up. Courtney wasn't about to lie to herself, she had popped a few hoods and took a few car batteries. Only for her housemate, though, to see if they could still save her car. A few failed tries led to the both of them becoming hermits in the shitty apartment they found.
Courtney's steps slowed to almost a stop and she turned her revolver over in her hands. A quick check of how many bullets were left in the barrel forced a sigh out of her tired lungs and she decided maybe it was about time to go home. Home was safe, well, for now, and she trusted Barbara to keep watch. Turning on her heel, keeping a tight grip on the weapon in hand, momentary shuffling greeted her and she didn't hesitate to pull her arms up and lock on whoever was there.
Stuttered gasps fell into the stuffy Southern air and she squinted behind her sunglasses. No sudden noises, as Courtney wasn't completely sure that the shuffling came from someone who was alive. Her steps were nimble as she backtracked all of her progress, only goal on the mind right now was heading back home.