<span style="font-style: italic">"It'd be quite a woman, saw fit to pull a trigger over a nickname." </span>Justina smiled at that with slight agreement it wasnâ€™t just that but it was also the woman would have to be trigger happy, and a trigger happy scout would nessarily be a waste. Her eyes casted over Georgeâ€™s cowboy like saunter almost catching herself in petty shock over the fact that cowboys were still around in some fashion or other. His shotgun was level to the door from the hip, and they were now entering the crusty, broken down, and messed up stairs to the building..<span style="font-style: italic">"Then again, I seem to know a lot of those." </span>She chuckled at his amusing words catching the way his hand secretly flicked on a light beneath the barrel of the shotgun.<br/><br/>The door opened ajar as her eyes kept a watch on what may show up behind them. So far no followers as far as the front yard went, though her hand automatically went for the - Desert Tactical Arms Stealth Recon Scout- sniper rifle so that she too would have a weapon in hand like a true soldier. Her body spun with the gun in hand as she walked through the entrance scanning with her eyes the room, and listening for any absolute sound other than their feet. Any sign of life , no?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well fuck." </span>She could see why he said that as the walls showed evidence that there could have been bodies at some point, however there was nothing to show for where the blood came from. No bones, or smell of decay, just dry rotted blood. Lots of blood, she could imagine a pool of dark liquid succumbing to the floor and becoming apart of itâ€™s history. However, this blood seemed more animalistic than by gun fire considering it was everywhere, and littered every spot. A gun would be simple, blood spot here, or a splatter, and that would be it. But thisâ€¦looked primal..as if made from the purest evil without any intent. It put tiny shivers down her back at the thought of what could cause so much damage. Her silence for the time being was a subtle agreement that they have one hell of a problem thatâ€¦.couldnâ€™t exactly be â€¦explained.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Lot of people died here, boss." </span>He seemed to swirl to see her nod her head for him to move on. A scout would do no good up close to a face to face battle. She had to keep her distance and use her scope to check every possible escape route , or for any chance of a survivor.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Still no bodies, though."</span><br/><br/>"Richard, It seems we are having a bit of a deterioration  problem, the blood in the first room , seems , and smells, like recent blood. I mean I know itâ€™s hard to smell the difference, but my scope catches that this blood isnâ€™t exactly â€¦dried out completelyâ€¦and shouldnâ€™t-" She cut herself off from the intercom. The usefulness of the words she just gave would be enough however as her eyes scanned over the marks they were odd. Three lines of blood running up the wall, and other such marks with more lines seemed to spread throughout the room. The shiver down her spine didnâ€™t cease to go away as she followed George from a safe distance.<br/><br/>"You know George , we should try to keep an eye on the skyâ€¦.I have a feeling once the lightâ€™s go out this place may get nasty to look at, let alone Iâ€™m getting shivers. This fucking place is something else." Her free hand nonchalantly ran through her hair twitching her eye sexily as she continued to scan the new room that she was now in.