<span style="font-size: 12px">They gravel crunched underneath of Casey’s boots as she pressed onward, right fingers still wrapped around her pistol grip. She’d no intention of harming the woman , wasting the ammunition wasn’t worth it. And given her indirect rescue, Casey had hoped that those intentions were mutual. Her hazel eyes locked on to the concrete structure before her and the woman considered the possibility that she hadn’t been the only on with the idea to take shelter there. She hoped that that wasn’t the case, mildly exhausted and a little put off by the idea of yet another fight with this storm brewing. <br/>
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A sharp sound from behind the woman caught her attention and she turned to see the other female straddling one of the dead bodies, removing her blade from its neck. Casey blinked for a moment and then her eyebrows raised as her walking slowed. An entertained grin tugged at the commissure of her lips. <i>Whoa…Maybe I should’ve left them alive,</i> she thought, observing the angry woman shifting to straddle the other body. Casey stood and watched for a moment, attention partially diverted to that of this woman. <br/>
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“Fucking pig!”<br/>
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Her mouth curled into a smirk. <i>This bitch is crazy. </i>So was she, but that wasn’t the point. A puddle of blood began to pool around both of the woman’s dead victims and Casey chuckled, wishing she had a free hand to applaud the woman with. <b>“Did ya get ‘em?” </b>Casey joked, as though she were speaking to a child that had just smashed a wasp. The other woman proceeded to stand, wiping her blade and directing her next words at Casey. <br/>
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By swine, she could have only assumed that the woman had been speaking about the five lingering men that Casey had killed earlier. Her hazel eyes peered over the muscular woman’s frame curiously before she rotated her head to look back at the direction from which she came. She’d parted her lips as if to respond but her eyes caught sight of the radiation cloud approaching, just beyond the overlook where she had previously been standing to shoot the attackers. The dark-haired woman spoke again and Casey averted her gaze back towards her. The woman had a point. There was probably a reason that the men were all congregated in this area. She wouldn’t have been surprised if more of them began to flock as the storm approached. She shrugged, unobjectively before letting her eyes fall to the dead bodies. <b>“Just as long as you don’t plan on stabbing me in the neck.” </b>Her eyes lingered on the bodies for a moment before she swiveled back in the direction that she’d previously been traveling. <b>“I’m going this way.”</b> Casey was an enthusiastic woman with a care-free attitude that could have made her entertaining to be around…or simply a nuisance. Though very sarcastic in nature, she’d had a habit of making light out of any type of situation, usually in the form of dark or perverse humor.  <br/>
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The other woman moved to grab a bag that had obviously been tossed aside and pursued the same direction as Casey. They’d both been eyeing a red side door leading into what appeared to have been an old warehouse of some sort. If there had been other travelers seeking refuge from the storm, they more than likely wouldn’t have expected someone to enter through the side of the building. It might have bought them some time to either run and seek refuge elsewhere or take out the whole lot of them. Either way, Casey didn’t want to be caught off guard. As they neared the door, she flipped the safety off on her rifle and let her pointer finger hover just over the trigger. Buttstock braced against her right pec, she approached the door with caution, silently signaling with her eyes for the other woman to ready herself.  Casey took the initiative and grabbed the warm metal handle with her left hand, turning it slowly. It was unlocked. Counting down from three with her lips so that the other woman could see, she pulled the door open on ‘one’ and shifted her body behind it, assault rifle pointing directly at the sky. Though she was prepared to be met with a resistance, no sound came from within the building. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that there weren’t scavengers taking up residence inside. After all, it would have been the perfect permanent location to take shelter in. <br/>
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Casey waited for several moments before she peered around the scorching, red door, hoping that nobody else would be peering back. She was met with darkness, an abyss concealing the contents of the warehouse. A doubtful sigh escaping from between her parted lips, she turned back to the other woman and nodded in the direction of the inside of the building. <b>“You go right, I go left?” </b>she asked, implying that they do a sweep of the premises. It was almost habitual for Casey now, after once being caught off guard when she had taken shelter in a large building that she’d clearly not be thorough enough in inspecting.  </span>