Looking for Peace ((OPEN))

[SSG Steve DeMott]

Steve walked in a ditch, trying to stay away from the roads, his weapon at the ready. The ditch was sort of muddy, the kind that cakes to your shoes when you walk in it, every once in awhile he'd sling his weapon, unsheath his knife and scrape his boots, just incase he needed to run. He was always running, evading, trying not to become like the mindless horde that clawed at his throat.He also had his own personal demons, like trying to find anyone alive, just....anyone.

He'd been traveling south east for the past few days, leaving the relative saftey of his home. He witness things that would sicken a normal man, but he thanks the training he recieved in the Army.

But as his mind began to wander a faint sound was heard off to his left. He snapped back to reality, stopped, crouched and listened. He cocked his head, the sound was like sobbing, like someone crying. He got up and slowly crouch walked onto the road. Did is 5m and 25m scan, looking for any sign of movement. Then began to walk slowly towards the sound.

It was coming from behind a smashed car, he stepped up his pace and saw somthing that made his heart drop, a little girl. But he can already sense somthing not right with her, he walked up slowly behind her, making no sound and grabbed her shoulders. The little girl spun and he knew right there, she was no little girl anymore. He spun her around, wrapping his right arm around her neck, and putting his left hand on her head.
"Lord, accept this child's soul with open arms." He said, then snapped her neck, he cradled her for a bit, closed her eyes, and layed her gently on the ground. Today was going to be one of them days.

[SSG Steve DeMott]

Steve had been walking now for a few hours. Intermittently coming across what he's been calling "stenches". He came upon a small gas station. He was across the road in a crouched position next to a small bush, leaves had long wilted away. He scanned the front of the building through his Trijicon ACOG. He saw busted windows on the outside, but it was too dark to tell if there was anything alive. He crept forward slowly, looking left and right every time his right foot hit the ground, trying carefully to not make the slightlest noise.

When he reached the door he flicked his TAC light on and with his left hand slowly opened the door. He immediatly began clearing the room, sweeping right he made his way towards the corner then turned to face the middle. Nothing, just like the world he lives in today. He dropped his barrel this time and stood up. His back cracked and winced, then let out a sigh of relief.

He slung his weapon and began to search the shelves for food, mainly, a Sno-Ball, but there were none, there never was. He did however find a small can of chicken and rice. He moved to a door in the store and pulled out his SIG, flicked its TAC light on and opened the door, just a bathroom. Satisfied that nothing would eat him here he went back outside and put a small LED strob light (about the size of a quarter) on the wall incase there were people about. He walked back to the bathroom and shut and locked the door. He pulled out a small survival heater and his old MRE spoon and cooked his dinner. Later he would enjoy a nice nights sleep for the first time in a couple days.