Delphine slid her sword back into its sheathe and grabbed the leather strap attached to the make shift zip line she and her sister had come up with. She released her weight and pushed off with a slight kick towards to roof of a munch smaller gas station near the trees. With a soft thud, she landed, staying low as she once again checked around her to make sure she hadn’t missed any of the walking nightmares nearby. After a minute she jumped from the roof and walked into the small convenience store that looked as if it had gotten a train ran on it by four tornadoes. She kicked useless things out of the that of her heavy black combat books and took the black duffel bag off her shoulders so she could grab more supplies, or what was left from the diminishing stock.