As she wandered through the floor, Audrey didn't waste time. She had only one backpack to fill with as many medical supplies as she could find and she had to be quick. It took far too long to sneak through the city and get to the hospital and soon it would be dark. The last thing she wanted was to be in the city come nightfall. When the sky gets dark, the dark comes out. Demons ran the city day or night, but during the night the energetic and more demonic find their way into trouble. Audrey knew well enough that the number of demons on the streets nearly tripled at night time and while you'd think it would be easier to sneak around at night time, that was not the case. In her experience, demons saw better at night from what she could tell. There were times when people in her team never returned from night trips and soon enough, she'd stopped night trips into the city altogether.<br/><br/>She stepped lightly, wanting to create as little noise as possible. The first room she entered looked like a lab. There were counters and cabinets, but not much else. Broken glass was scattered on the floor, crunching lightly under her feet. The windows had broken over time, and now only one remained though it was so dirty it would be impossible to look through it. Audrey opened drawers one at a time as she quickly rifled through old, yellowed papers and folders. There was not much left here that was worth anything. With a groan, she moved on and started opening cupboards.<br/><br/>There was a few odd scrubs that she shoved into the backpack and even a container or two of rubbing alcohol. That could come in useful, although they were heavy. She'd only be able to take one if she wanted to get back home okay. Moving from the room, she peeked out into the hallway cautiously before moving into the next room. It looked like it used to be a storage room. There was empty buckets, broken lightbulbs and ripped plastic bags.<i>Nothing but garbage...</i>Her eyes scanned the small room and tossed things around as she started to get frustrated.<br/><br/>"Useless...garbage...garbage...." She groaned and kicked an empty box aside with a huff. She needed<i>medicine. </i>She needed<i>antibiotics! </i>Audrey couldn't possibly go back to the camp with so little! In her anger, she pushed a rolling cart aside and watched as it hit a stack of empty boxes. As they toppled over, she heard a shake.<i>A shake. </i>Her eyes widened and she rushed over to the boxes. Tossing them aside, she reached the bottom and her eyes opened.<i>Three bottles. </i>Three full,<i>unopened</i>bottles! Tears came to her eyes as she picked them up and eagerly stuffed them into her bag.<br/><br/>Turning from the room, she rushed quickly down the hallway. She had to fill up the bag, but she was already so thrilled by what she was able to find. Jumping down a level, she started to look for needles and sutures. Looking around, this was clearly the surgical floor. She'd been here a couple of times and knew where to look. Heading towards the back of the floor, Audrey paused.<i>Voices. </i>Her eyes widened and she looked back and forth before darting behind a cart.<br/><br/>Kneeling down to stay hidden she watched as a man and a woman walked slowly down the hall. They both looked like shit, Audrey noticed. Her eyes watched them quietly and a frown grew over her face.<i>An angel... </i>Holding back a groan, she watched as he worked to help the tiny human bandage the bleeding wounds on her body. It was<i>weird</i>to see an angel. After so long, Audrey really didn't think she'd see another one again. Yet here he was, plain as day with the tiny, hurt human...and he was<i>helping</i>her. It just...made her stomach turn.<br/><br/>With a shake of her head, she decided to leave. The human, if she was lucky, would not have to have her heart broken when the Angel gave up on her. She couldn't let this sad situation affect her, though. Audrey had a full camp of people waiting on her and with each moment she wasted the night got closer.<br/><br/>Taking a careful step back, Audrey turned to leave when her shoes squeaked against the linoleum floors. Wincing a bit, she looked over her shoulder, hoping that they didn't notice.