Kim They had crossed into Georgia a few days back and on this day darkness fell on them faster than expected and large single family houses blocked the moons light creating dark shadows on the street they traveled. They haven’t heard any groans of undead for quite some time, but they still walked in silence with the occasional small verbal “watch out behind that truck” or “don’t get to close to those trees”. “Oh hello there,” They all turned to the set of houses on their right, poised and ready to be assaulted in some way. They had not heard another’s voice in over a week and to openly announce their presence shocked all of them. The voice was from a woman which comforted them for a split second until they realized she greeted them loud enough for a zombie to hear three blocks away. They looked in the direction of the voice that came from a house they just passed and could just make out a woman hanging half way out of her white metal screen door. Shadows surrounded the covered porch and they were not able to make out any real detail about the woman. They could tell she was wearing something long like a robe, but were unable to see anything else.
