Rusted From The Rain || mod

After a precarious wobble, Alex was making his way along the wall, leaving behind the unknown presence that'd lingered on the other side of the curtain. Yes, he was mildly curious about it but sometimes it was curiosity that got you killed out here so, yeah, he decided that it was best to just not know. He was probably going to get killed anyway once he got home and his stepbrother found out what a fool he'd been to have wandered about Birch Road all by himself. He always had a knack for wheedling the truth out of him. 

The gardens, overgrown and wild, appeared vacant; a good sign but not enough for him to lower his guard yet. There was always the possibility of something going wrong. Alex didn't want to jinx himself by thinking this but what could he do? He was rattled still from that encounter on the main street with the walker trapped in the car. 

Alex gritted his teeth and chastized himself. Maybe he did deserve having Lorcan bite his ear off for what he'd done today. But, whatever, he'd think about that later.

With the small relief that nothing had jumped out at him, Alex sighed once he'd reached the garden belonging to the safe house. There was a tiny coloured dot on the brickwork of the house, right by the door, daubed on with red spray paint; it meant that the building in question was the safe house, just in case someone from the settlement got their houses confused and snuck into an infected house rather than the safe one. 

Checking out the garden for possible danger, Alex made sure it looked safe before quietly jumping down. The items on him clunked muffledly about as he landed and the blonde hurriedly jogged up to the door reinforced on the inside. The infected, thankfully, were stupid, lacking basic intelligence, and didn't know how doors worked. They would just kinda... lean their weight against it and scrabble at the wood with their bloodied hands. 

The back door was the easiest way to get in since it also counted on the protection of the garden's high walling too, so all you needed to do was open it with a few hard pushes. It was much more preferrable to scaling the drain pipe to the upstairs windows. 

Alex got the door open easy enough, although this was the worst part. The scariest part. The entire lower floor was suffocatingly dark, hence the windows were barricaded so not a lot of natural light was allowed in. Alex strained his ears for any worrying sounds, like shuffling, scraping, groans, rasps, before daring to even think about closing the door. Just because it was a safe house didn't guarantee total safety. Quietly, he whispered into the dark:

"...hello?"

ooc:: carrying osage orange bow, arrows x 17, cigarettes (and basic backpack, tin of food, screwdriver, rope)