The cold air made Abby’s cheeks sting. Her eyes sweeped the area. No infected, no people. The grip on her gun loosened. She exhaled through her mouth and walked forward, the light snow crunching beneath her boots.

That’s when she heard it. A crash. She tensed up and gripped the gun. She didn’t waste time to head toward the noise. If it was infected… she’d handle it. A person here could be a problem.

She squinted trough the slight snowflakes. She walked forward and paused again. She heard a scraping noise and the sound of an angry curse word. A human could be an easy kill. Plus, what was somebody doing around here?

She headed into the house and was hit with the smell of dead bodies. Typical. She walked forward and saw a person. They were laying on their back with a huge wooden plank over them. They were struggling to escape and also seemed to be wounded. She held her gun out and walked toward them.

“Who the hell are you? What’re you doing here?” She asked loudly.

That immediately caught their attention. Abby could’ve just killed the person right then and there, but for some reason she couldn’t. Sometimes you just look at a person and feel a connection. Pretty privilege? She glanced around and felt her brows furrow.

“What kind of idiot gets themself stuck like this? Answer me, who the hell are you and what are you doing here? Are you bit?” She said, going a mile a minute.

She had questions and she needed answers. Plus, the gun she was holding didn’t help the other person’s situation.