[Warnings: Undead abuse. No actual zombies were harmed in the making of this tag. Prose and Bracketspam are both acceptable.]
The soldier couldn't quite pull himself out of the lone-wolf routine he'd fallen into with HYDRA. Now, he wasn't exactly going to let himself fall back into that old programming, but he didn't quite want to drag anyone into a dangerous situation with him, either. However, he also wouldn't just leave someone behind, so if a certain daring individual was also trampling about the forest and crossed his path, he would have brought them along to keep an eye on them.
The farmhouse was in ruins. Someone had obviously locked up the doors and barricaded them, but that didn't seem to stop whomever wanted in. They'd been broken inward forcefully, hacked away at by a sharp weapon, likely an axe or hatchet. The windows were shattered inward, and a small shed seemed to be missing an entire wall as well as a portion of its roof. A small hatch could be seen under the debris of what had probably been the wall at some point. Further inspection told him he wasn't getting into whatever cellar or basement it lead to. At least, not without cutting equipment. For a relatively simple wooden structure, the cellar hatch sure seemed out of place in its solid metal glory with its sturdy valve locking mechanism. So he let it be for now.
Buck pushed open the loosely attached door to the farmhouse and stepped inside. The entire place looked as if it had suffered a small fire that hadn't been immediately contained. There were scorched skeletons littering the floor, four or five, but there was no way to tell if they'd been the owners or invaders.
A shuffling sound caught his attention and he stilled. A body fell out of the rafters and scrambled across the floor towards him with gnashing teeth and shrieking snarls. The soldier reacted quickly, dancing out of reach on light feet. He snatched up the closest object--a fire iron--and drove it through the thing's skull. It thrashed then stilled.
"I know you're behind me. Are you alright?" He asked the presence he'd heard approach the farmhouse before he'd been attacked.
Farmhouse
The farmhouse was in ruins. Someone had obviously locked up the doors and barricaded them, but that didn't seem to stop whomever wanted in. They'd been broken inward forcefully, hacked away at by a sharp weapon, likely an axe or hatchet. The windows were shattered inward, and a small shed seemed to be missing an entire wall as well as a portion of its roof. A small hatch could be seen under the debris of what had probably been the wall at some point. Further inspection told him he wasn't getting into whatever cellar or basement it lead to. At least, not without cutting equipment. For a relatively simple wooden structure, the cellar hatch sure seemed out of place in its solid metal glory with its sturdy valve locking mechanism. So he let it be for now.
Buck pushed open the loosely attached door to the farmhouse and stepped inside. The entire place looked as if it had suffered a small fire that hadn't been immediately contained. There were scorched skeletons littering the floor, four or five, but there was no way to tell if they'd been the owners or invaders.
A shuffling sound caught his attention and he stilled. A body fell out of the rafters and scrambled across the floor towards him with gnashing teeth and shrieking snarls. The soldier reacted quickly, dancing out of reach on light feet. He snatched up the closest object--a fire iron--and drove it through the thing's skull. It thrashed then stilled.
"I know you're behind me. Are you alright?" He asked the presence he'd heard approach the farmhouse before he'd been attacked.