Sam stood in front of the window, which was enveloped in fog. Her blonde, thick braid was pulled to the back of her head, and ended on her lower back. Only wearing a white slip gown, her scar, located on the top of her chest, was exposed. A knock on the door made her jump.

"Sam?" Seth asked from behind the white door.

"What?"

"Just seeing if you were awake. Can I come in?" he asked.

"No. I'm not fully dressed." Sam answered, hugging her chest tightly with her arms.

"Oh, alright. Take your time. I was thinking we could go explore, try to find some food." he said.

His footsteps slowly became quieter as he walked away back into the living room, and Sam relaxed.

She pulled off the slip, leaving her body bare, and reached for her dirty clothes.

Opening the door, she stepped into the living room area, which was surprisingly warm.

Seth looked back at her with a smile as he sat on the torn up sofa. "Good morning Sam."

"Morning." Sam mumbled, fixing the holster on her hip.

He stood up, still grinning. "Ready to go?"

Sam took the lead, refusing to follow him like a little puppy. "So where were you thinking about where we'd look for food?"

"Grocery stores have a load of food still on the shelves." he answered.

She shook her head and kicked a rock out of the way. "No. They don't. I went a few days ago and all that was left was stale. We're gonna have to hunt in the woods. Unfortunately for you, its going to require some skill."

He chuckled. "That sounds like a challenge to me."

Sam rolled her eyes and continued down the steep hill, digging her boots in the soil.

"Did you have a nightmare or something last night? I heard you scream." Seth asked curiously.

"Yes." she answered.

"Oh. What was it about?"

She spun around and glared at him. "Nothing."

Silence filled the air. After a long walk, they reached the beginning of the woods. Sam continued silently, not leaving a sound.

The leaves crunched under Seth's boots and she stopped impatiently. "Do you think you could be a little quieter? God, as if we'd be able to hunt with you being that loud." she hissed.

"Sorry." Seth muttered in reply.

A deer caught Sam's eyesight. Her hand slipped under the bottom of her jeans and she pulled out a knife. She looked over her shoulder at Seth, with a finger pressed to her mouth. Her arm pulled back and the knife sliced through the air, landing perfectly in the neck of the deer. It writhed wildly, panicking, then fell to the ground in defeat. Sam walked proudly over to the deer and pulled out the knife. She took a handkerchief from her pocket and carefully cleaned the blade. Seth stood in shock and astonishment, his eyes wide.

Sam propped one hand on her hip. "Quit standing there like a dumba*s and make yourself useful." she muttered, pointing to the deer.

He nodded and slid his hands under the body, then picked it up and slung it over his shoulder.

"That was impressive. Are we gonna keep hunting?" he asked in a whisper.

Sam nodded impatiently, then her eyes searched the area for signs of life. After moments a few rabbits came into view. She unhappily realized that she'd have to shoot it, making a lot of noise.

She pulled out her gun, then aimed and shot once at each rabbit. They fell to the ground instantly with no movement. Sam walked over to them, then slung them both across each arm.

"That should be enough for a day or two. Before we go home, we're going to need to look for more weapons. A bow would be helpful, maybe more knives too. Silent weapons." she said quietly to Seth.

He nodded, heading back to the opening in the front of the woods. Sam followed, watching their backs.

"Where are we supposed to look? For weapons." Seth asked once they reached the clearing, the sunlight hitting his face.

She tugged his arm and led the way. "Anywhere. We need to hurry before it gets dark, let's go."

They searched a few buildings before coming across a large factory. Sam entered first, taking a deep breath. The light from the windows illuminated the large room. She walked around, searching. A body was crumpled up in a corner, and luckily the human was holding a weapon. It was an ax, but it would be useful. She picked up the ax, then swung it through the air to test it. Shrugging, she gave it to Seth, who was close behind her. Sam continued to the back, where an office was located. Opening the door, she sighed. Nothing but papers were scattered around the room. There was a closet, though, and she decided to see if anything was there. The door swung open, and her jaw dropped.

A supply of different kinds of weapons were on a shelf. A bow, machete, knives, and a few guns. How any of them were still there shocked her. Seth grinned as he stood beside her. "Wow, we got lucky." he remarked, reaching for one of the knives.

Sam nodded incredulously, stuffing the guns and knives into a potato sack that she found on the road earlier. Her eyes caught the bow, and her hands reached out for it. She held it in front of her, examining its stability, then grabbed the arrows and stuffed them into the sack.

"Okay. Let's go, it should be getting dark by now." she said, walking out of the office and heading through the darkened factory.

Seth followed silently. As they walked along the road, Seth whistled a tune quietly. A white figure came into Sam's side view, and she gasped, fumbling for one of the knives and standing in a defensive position. Seth stood beside her, holding a gun.

The figure came closer, stepping forward. "You're going to need a lot more than a small knife to kill me, Samantha."

(Hope everyone likes this so far! Oh and if anyone has any suggestions for what I should call the story, that'd be appreciated. If you need more details about the story to come up with one, I'll be happy to help. And please leave comments, thanks!)