Carolyn Revisited (Keeping Watch)
It had been several days since she had been able to sleep more than a couple of hours and almost two days since she had eaten.
Carolyn stepped through the doorway of the abandoned office building and, trying to step around the broken glass and pieces of trash, she was managing to be very quiet as well as moving with reasonable speed to reach a place of relative safety.
Her senses were on high and she pointed the Beretta at anything that set those senses off; the latest offender had been a sparrow.
But the sloshing, plodding noise she heard along with the breathing told her she was not alone even here with the deathly visage of damage in the city; the night walkers were here as well.
She put her Beretta in its holster, safety off, preferring her large hunting knife for close, quiet work, and trekked deeper into the modern tomb.