As the bodies turned to black outlines on the pavement, Andrew hopped down from the truck, his boot crushing burnt flesh and crumbling ashes beneath him. The street seemed quite enough, and he continued forward, lugging his empty flamethrower back over his shoulders and starting to make his way back to his truck. But suddenly moment caught his eye, seeing someone, looking to be living, walk out of a pharmacy and head down the road. She only reminded him that he needed to get to his truck faster, before anybody else could. Pulling his handgun from his holster he followed suit, staying back far enough as not to be heard but close enough to keep the stranger in sight.