"Lead the way." Andy mumbled.
Sam guided him to the outside and down the street.
He followed silently.
(Tell me if this next part is a no-go)
Rachel wandered aimlessly down the street, humming a tune and dancing about, a sack soaked in blood slung over her shoulder. She was far away from where Andy and Sam were, but still, they'd run into each other eventually. Rachel had a way of believing what she wanted to. And she believed her brother was alive and searching for her. She wasn't always right, but this time, she was right. Things about what happened were hazy. She really couldn't remember, but she just figured it was another blocked memory, like many other horrible things she had gone through. Where all the people went? She didn't care. She was free, finally free. No more pills or shots or straight jackets. No more doctors speaking in that annoyingly kind voice. She was free. It felt so good. But then, she had a sack soaked in blood, and blood all over her clothes. Scratches and bites from the wild dog she had killed and was now carrying in a sack.
(No no, It's cool.)
Sam guided Andy down the streets and froze when she saw drops of blood. "Andy... It's fresh..."
Andy tensed. "What do you think it is?" He asked quietly, staying alert and looking around. "Should we follow it?"
Sam nodded. "It could be human."
"Are you sure?" He asked. "It could be an animal..."
Sam gave him a stern look. "It could be human too." It was obvious she was thinking about her brother.
He nodded weakly. "Just keep your guard up." He mumbled.
Rachel giggled softly as she dropped her price in her new little hiding place. It was a small shed that somehow survived everything. She hummed still as she started to make a fire, pondering over how to deal with dressing her kill when she had no idea what she was doing. She figured it couldn't be hard.
Sam followed the trail and looked up, smirking. "Look. Smoke. That means a fire, and that means people." She trotted, still following the blood trail.
Soon, Andy heard a familiar hum. "Rachel...?" He breathed.
Sam blinked and looked him. "Your sister?"
Rachel froze, silencing as she heard someone. She was very still for a moment, drawing out the small knife that was her only weapon. She slowly walked to where she heard the sound, ready to strike. But when she laid eyes on her brother, she dropped the knife, running and hugging her brother tightly. "Andy!" She squealed. "Andy! Andy! Andy!"
Sam frowned and looked away. She ibviously thought it was her brother was quite upset. She clenched her fist and stared at a broken down car.
Andy hugged his sister tightly. She pulled away though, curiosity getting the better of her. "Who's this?" She asked, looking at Sam.
Andy bit his lip. "This is Sam. We're looking for her brother. Have you perhaps seen any other people?" He asked.
Rachel shook her head. "No...no I haven't. But..." She glanced back at her little camp. "Traces. Maybe he's here somewhere?" She was 17, but she had the air of someone much younger. It was obvious she was mentally unstable.
Sam shifted and looked down. "Oh... I..." She closed her eyes, hiding behind her bangs.
"We'll find him." Rachel said reassuringly. "Please don't be sad Sam." She walked over to the other girl, hugging her gently. "What's his name? what does he look like?"
Sam kept her gaze down, crying silently. "Short, 14, green eyes... Black hair..."
"Oh!" Rachel pulled back spinning around and smiling. "I remember! I remember! I've seen someone! I've seen him!""
Sams head shot up. "Really?!"