[ Text; ] I don't have your pants.

"Honestly once all this crap's over I don't care about sticking around with Dean and Cas I know I should but finishing college would be kinda nice settling down all that stuff." Sam says to himself he was taking a walk early in the morning he'd been reading all night and now he needed a small break.

"Spotted anything yet?"

"Dere a particulah reason ya been tailin’ me de past half mile, cher, or is it just my lucky day?"

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Austin Gorman used to be a hunter. Of course that put him at an advantage when the world went to hell... What hindered that advantage, though, was his need to help people. it tore him apart, inside and out. He'd managed to survive for this long, but what was it worth? Absolutely nothing. This wasn't life, not by a long shot... 

He had been wondering ever since his last camp was breached and tore itself apart. He and his sister had been separated..Austin had looked everywhere and had never found her. There was nothing he could do, so he moved on... 

He used to be a sweet, smiling man. A 5'8" ball of sunshine as his sister's mentor had described him. She was gone too, by now. He was alone as far as he knew... Which was terrifying. No one there to help him. If he messed up, he was dead...He was wondering around the woods outside of a city he had just wove around.

So of course it was a bit of a shock when he stumbled upon someone new. A face he'd never seen, but she was alone. He held his gun up, aiming. He didn't think he'd been spotted yet, and if she was infected he couldn't risk moving in... But something told him not to. To call out to her, see if she was like... Well... them.