Ash watched as Laurence disappeared into the room before she could answer his question. Everyone had their own name for the 'dead' these days, but roamers wasn't one she had heard before. As Laurence checked his room, Ash peered round the corner into a small bathroom with a solitary toilet and sink. The room next door was a double bedroom with a dusty old bed sat in the middle. Ash kept her hand tightly clenched around the sword as she advanced into the room.
Behind the door hung an old dressing gown, now covered in a layer of dust. Infront of her was a wardrobe which she decided to check. Some people had taken to hiding in them from walkers, so there could even be a survivor inside. Cautiously, she flung the door open with a bang, but all there was in there were a few jackets and a box of shoes. Sighing with relief, she turned to head back out the room, but as she made to leave, something grabbed her ankle with a snarl. Caught off guard, Ash fell to the floor with a thud followed by her sword as the walker under the bed snapped at her heels.