Brena nodded, looping the strap of her gun around her after she set the safety on it. She tightened the strap then before bracing herself and breathing in. She cleared her face, wiped away her tears and ran out of the yard. Her boots cut into the rich dirty and she felt herself almost slip bt she caught her balance, easily sliding across the ground as if gliding on ice. Her boots gained grip and suddenly she felt her legs start to tense with anticipation as she ran along side the outer fence.<br/><br/>Her heart was pounding in her ears and as she ran she heard something screech and she ran harder to her truck. Not even twenty minutes out, she reached the truck in time only to see something sitting on the back, it's claws clearly scratched the surface because she could hear it raking its teeth along the window. It had smelled her on it and was thoroughly checking the truck.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh...Oh my go-</span>She slowed to a stop, unclipping the strap as she cocked the gun at the right angle and aimed them shot. It screamed and fell over but Brena took no mercy and shot it thrice more.<br/><br/>"Freaking crawlers!" she rasped, her heart thundering in her chest now and the blood boiling in her ears. She could barely feel the weight of the gun as she stood over it enough to check it and she got closer, nudging it. She shot again to make sure then turned around and looked back. Twilight had just set and suddenly she was feeling so weak she was ready to just crawl in her truck and sleep it out but there would be no safety. The undead were crafty and handles would eventually prove no obstacle with or without broken windows. Unlocking the truck, she grabbed the med kit and threw it over her back and kept the gun in one hand.<br/><br/>Brena turned and ran back to the house as fast as possible. Her adrenaline cutting down the run to about 5 minutes less than the time it took her. When she got the gate, she threw it shut, latched it and pushed the barricades nearby in front of it and thanked the barbed wire on top that would slow anything inhuman down. Throwing her gun back on her back, Brena pulled the pack from her shoulder and shuffled her feet across the dirt inside. She found the door easily, jiggling the screen door handle and then clicking the front door handle to open the door. She almost flung the door open in panic, her ears doe-eyed wide and her mouth hung open as she tried to gain air in her dry throat.<br/><br/>Turning she closed the door, locked it and walked into the house slowly, looking around for Jerry only to see the back of a very able bodied man and muscles that were enough to make her throat less dry than before. She blushed and looked away, pulling off her faux fur lined coat as she threw it on a nearby chair. "Crawlers..." she breathed, looking down as she walked to the nearest table and set the pack down, "Climbing on my truck... Sorry I- took so long." She rasped , catching her breath as she closed her eyes tightly and pulled the pack open. She wanted to tell him sorry, that she wouldn't have kicked him down if she had known he had a child with him, but what the hell did she know. Besides, it would have sounded lame as an excuse.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh sorry, you're only important if you're with child. I mean, men are men, and I'm a woman so I have to defend myself naturally. I would never have thought a guy would travel with a child.</span>How obnoxious would that have sounded then? It probably would've been pretty bad.