Sarah had past by the first building with ease, when the first light of dawn spiraled out over the horizon. She kept to the brightest sections of the town, knowing exactly where the safest points were. If she hadn't decided to survive a year ago, she probably would have been killed by a reaver as she huddled in the dark. Most survivors nowadays knew that a reaver's weakness was light. They could register movements at night with their extremely dialated pupils, but once morning comes, they move to the darker reaches of their hunting grounds. Even though they were "mindless zombies", Sarah had learned to treat them like hostile animals. Groaners hunted like a pack of wolves, where as reavers hunted like an owl. But she was surprised. The groaners had all but disappeared from the town now, she hadn't even released a single arrow. She noticed a store nearby.
From the outside, the store was quiet, an occasional flicker of a light still running from the backup generator.
This town must have fallen in the past 3 months then. But if that's true, then there are probably still usable supplies here. She tried the store door. Surprisingly it was locked.
The windows are still intact and the door is locked... Could there still be survivors inside? She peered into the store more closely and saw the smears of dried blood across the floor leading behind a shelf. She shook her head and now weighed the options. Whoever was living in here had let in an infected. There was a good chance the infected was still in here and even better chance that the survivor was also still here, no longer a survivor though.
It's not worth it. I don't hear anything, so this is probably a reaver's nest. She had begun to refer to places that would attract survivors as reaver's nests. After all, if food comes to you, then why leave? It's the same idea when hunting. She sighed and continued to the center of town.