Salvation. A new start.<br/><br/>That was what he called it. Moments before splattering his brains against the far wall. The sad thing about it all was his was not the only blood along it. This little family pharmacy had been run dry except for perhaps a few bottles of ibuprofen, polysporin, and some gauze bandages. That's all that Hayley took notice of, however, as any of the other aisles had a corpse lying still in it. The windows had long since been smashed into, the glass accompanying each and every one of the young girl's steps as she went to the back room to find out if there was anything else of use. All she found was a crazed man who had given up on this day to day life. Should she have been five, ten minutes later, she wouldn't have had to be witness to the sight.<br/><br/>Then again, had she been that much later, she wouldn't have known about this farm house. Grabbing everything in sight, or at least everything that was a fair distance away from the newest of corpses in this city, Hayley threw it all into her backpack an then jumped into her car. It wasn't her fault. She had to keep telling herself that. To see so many dead people and then to see one off himself right in front of her was something else. Not wanting to dwell in it too much, the teen sped down the road, toward the farm house, in her Mazda 3.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Driving through the night was easier since the country as she knew it died around her. Closer to the cities there were some bodies lying around idle cars, but some other clever motorists weaved paths between or around these obstacles, making it easy for Hayley to do the same. Driving fast was still unadvisable, with the weather being what it was and a body laying on the road as common as a squirrell was a few years back. Humans were bigger, unfortunately, and tended to do terrible things to vehicles as the teen learned with her last couple of cars.<br/><br/>Over the next hill, Hayley could see what looked like the farm house in question. Closing the distance, it was clear that there were others in the buildings; the cars in front of the main house was evidence enough. Cutting the ignition, she stepped out of the car, left skater shoe first, and then the other. She wore tight, dark blue jeans, lest some maniac who was messed in the head wanted one last lay before he succumbed to what he thought was the flu, forcing her to slide this way and that (scrapped knees are the worst). It hasn't happened to her yet, but considering what she just saw almost half a day ago, she wasn't putting it passed anyone. A few layers of tank tops followed by a thin hoodie covered her body. The last little accent that Hayley bothered to keep were her aviator sunglasses. It made her feel cool, along with surviving.<br/><br/>Not wanting to be much of a prima donna, Hayley stepped into the house and walked around. She could hear a couple of voices and some shuffling toward what she thought was the kitchen. Making her way toward the voices, she came to the sight of a couple making small talk. "Didn't interrupt anything, did I?"