Gwen cocked the rifle and carefully walked down the street, the other survivors sticking to her like glue. Every now and then Gwen would look through the rifle scope to check for dangers ahead but apart from the odd shambling figure, the path was surprisingly clear.<br/>Looking left and right, Gwen wondered if the group would see Sam again but odds were seemingly against the living. Turning to the group, Gwne spoke.<br/><br/>"We need to find a secure position and form a plan, any ideas?"