{⌘} rylee:
Rylee only nodded in response out of the fear that was building up inside her small frame. Once the other went into action and started to hold off the walkers by aiming and shooting, Rylee made sure to stay close to her side so she wouldn’t get left behind or waist anymore time. Each time the small female heard a gun shot, she would flinch at the loud piercing sound it made. She knew that she was supposed to be used to it by now but she wasn’t, especially because she had no experience with guns what so ever. All Rylee could worry about in that moment was if she was going to be alone once again after she was safe from the building. She just hoped that with the experience the other had, she would make it out safely.
Once the glass was broken, Rylee prepared herself for what was next. Nodding quickly, she took her hand and placed her foot where it was needed, hopping up on the window sill and crawled out. Rylee made to look bad once before making a run for it across the field, sprinting as fast as her small legs would take her. She couldn’t help but look back a few times to see if she was being followed by any walkers until she was finally across and knelt down to try and hide herself a bit in the tall grass. Waiting.
Fallon felt her heart thunder as she boosted the young girl out the window, taking pause to note the direction which she fled. A wave of relief washed over her; at least she didn’t have to worry about the life of a dependent, the extra stress would cloud her mind. The low groans from other surrounding walkers drew Fallon back to reality. Steeling herself, she shot at the closest walker, watching as the undead’s body fell to the ground with a thump. The young woman fired once more, catching a walker in the shoulder and sending it stumbling to the side.
Her mind in a flurry, she took the stumble as a gateway and began to scramble through the window. Pulling herself over the ledge, she dropped outside, rolling on the ground and leaping upwards. She fired at the previous walker, the bullet ripping through the side of it’s eye socket, the rotting figure dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, a chorus of low groans behind her met her ears and she turned on her heel. Raising her gun, she moved to fired, the trigger yielding only a hollow click.
With her heart in her throat, she broke into a sprint in the same direction as the young girl.