To Amy's house.

Sarah already guessed what she'll probably find, but she didn't care. She had to check on her friend.
A variety of cars lined the streets of newsbury, in all kinds of positions. Some were left in the the middle of the road, others were parked of to the side. It looked like a movie set. One where zombies were lurking around every corner. This thought creeped Sarah out. Zombies were to to over done, she thought, no way there real, right?
Sarah navigated her way to Amy's house, she knew this town well and made quick time using all the alleyways and shortcuts. All the empty cars and building haunted her thoughts. She was going to look and see someone staring back at her, she just knew it. Her head was straight, she didn't dare look around. Soon, her destination came into view. A bit smaller then her own house, Amy's had a unique charm to it brought on by her mother. She had knack for decoration, which was why she owned her own catoring buisness. It was easily spotted inbetween the monotany of copy cat houses.
She stroud up the small porch and paused at the front door. Should she knock? Or just go in?