Aribella walks up to the line of shops  hoping that she doesn’t run into one of those things while her arms are full of gear she slowly tries each doorknob.  She finds locked door after locked door, before she approaches what looks like a second hand store, finding the door unlocked she pokes her head in looking around, and quickly making her way to the back, where a set of stairs leads her upstairs and into a back bedroom.<br/><br/>Her mind is racing a mile a minute as she sets her things down onto a bed that looks like its meant for a child. Blotting those thoughts from her mind she starts to unload her duffle onto the bed, sorting gear and putting it into her father’s old tactical vest, several magazines and different implements that he had stored up during his career and afterwards, which she had collected from the family home before it was overrun by these things several months ago.<br/><br/>Quickly sorting her gear she puts the tac-vest on over her clothing and makes sure it doesn’t interfere with the holster on her hip before turning back to the duffle, sealing it and sliding the hard case across the bed to herself. Slowly she pops open the case, looking at the three dismantled weapons and trying to decide which would be best for the current emergency.<br/><br/>While all of this is happening she keeps forcing herself to ignore the little part of her mind that is gibbering in terror and horror at what is happening outside and tries to focus instead on what her father told her and what her competition shooting had trained her to do. Slowly she begins to assemble an assault carbine that her father had given her on her last birthday.