Ghost Town||Adam and (Dean, Lydia or William)
Adam hated these excursions into the... well he guessed ghost towns was probably the most accurate, though admittedly a little morbid, term for them now. The thought of being so close to civilisation, however abandoned, set his teeth on edge because buildings, even these days, usually meant people and people usually meant enemies... and sometimes didn't mean people at all. The woods in that sense were actually safer. The lack of shelter out there generally drove most of the sane survivors away from that area, giving him a desperately needed advantage... but he couldn't stay out in the woods forever. Eventually a need for supplies always drove him back and nearly always into conflicts when it did...
He immediately tensed at the sound of movement nearby... just a murmur of sound, barely even a rustle but staying alert these days meant staying alive and he'd really like to do just that if he had any kind of say in the matter. Another rustle and he moved, quickly darting behind a derelict wall and hoping that the new arrival, whoever they were, hadn't spotted him as he did. Behind the wall his hand moved to one of his knifes, grabbing the hilt tightly as he prepared to draw it on a potential attacker.