"Sam... will you get down" Ash snapped at the small boy.
Sam, who was staring blankly at the walkers approaching them slowly fell back into the trench they were currently hiding in. As soon as he was next to her, Ash covered them both with a dusty old blanket to allow the creatures to pass without being aware of their presence.
These days, there was only about 2% of the human race left and those left spent their lives on the run or in hiding after a virus broke out, turning people who got bitten into zombies. Or, if they died, they'd reanimate and walk searching for food. Unfortunately for the survivors, it was their flesh the 'Walkers' craved and hunted.
The usual moaning and snarls were heard from above as the walkers passed by Ash and Sam unaware of them being there. After about half an hour, they had passed and Ash slowly pulled back the blanket. First she checked the coast was clear. They were in the outskirts of a small village with half burnt houses and abandoned cars all around them. Seeing that the coast was clear, Ash pulled Sam out the trench.
"Dammit Sam, when I say hide.. we hide. Surely you'd have learnt that by now?!" She growled.
"They don't scare me anymore Ash" Sam said plainly.
"Well they should. They scare me" She said, hitting the boy gently on the head for his stupidity.
Sam rolled his eyes and looked ahead at the village wondering if there were any scraps of food around. Ashelin read his mind before smirking and heading a little further in.
"We don't go far... and if you see Walkers, you run. Got it?" She told the boy.