Safe Haven? Sure.. (Zombie apocalypse) Semi advanced

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    Macey urged her horse,Survivor, faster. A few walkers surrounded some poor person. The axe in her hand raised and she brought it down on a walkers head. Without being told Survivor whirled around in a tight semi circle. Macey threw the axe into a walkers head. She gripped on as Survivor reared back and smashed his hooves into the last walkers skull. Macey's black hoodie was pulled over her head at the hood. Hiding her face completely Macey grabbed her axe still lodged inti the walkers head. She looked at the person and twirled the axe once more. Survivor let out a small neigh and reared again. "Easy.." Macey murmered to the huge horse.

    Drew panted trying hard to run as fast as he could down the road. There was one or two zombies behind him, He didn't know anymore. He tried to stab one with a metal pipe but he apparently missed the heart. Drew looked around quickly and found a dead body in a ditch using that to hide is smell and finding a gun and shooting both zombies

    Cole was scanning the area, making sure he had killed all of the walkers around him. He sighed with frustration and ran his fingers through his brown hair. He had a baseball bat in one hand, half of it was decorated with crimson blood. He muttered something and continued along.

    Spiral was perched in a tree, bow drawn as Walkers went past. Her long hair, a dark brown streaked with white, was pulled up high into a ponytail. Her face has swirling tattoos on the edges, beautiful and intricate. Her eyes are a strange deep blue and violet, calm and steady. Her lithe form slopped among the vranches, her fingers flowing over bowand arrow like water. Spiral watched cautiously as she saw humans in the distance, none too friendly herself. She pulled a mask over her face
    , not trusting anyone.