The next day was just another day at the safe house. Tasha was managing supplies as Marie was walking around with other residents, learning about the safe house and its inhabitants.
"Hey Casandra!" Tasha called to the lookout post.
"Yeah?" the red head called out.
"Any sign of other survivors?"
"No, but I'll keep looking!" Cansandra called out as as she peered through the binoculars.
"Who's that?" Marie questioned.
"That's Casandra, our lookout. Her neighborhood got overrun, her mom and sister got captured by the bimbos and turned." Tasha explained as she got ready to head downstairs.
"Wait a second! There's a group approaching the east fence!" Casandra called out.
"Who?!" Tasha asked.
"I don't know, there are too many trees in the way!"
"Okay, we're heading down there right now!" Tasha called out.
Marie followed as Tasha readied a glock from the makeshift armory.
The bushes rustled, and there they were.