Victoria held the hand radio in one hand, a pistol in the other. She had been getting closer to the scrambled voice on the other end, navigating the warzone of a labyrinth the city had become.<br/><br/>For her the transition to the apocalypse was almost too easy. She had never been one for rules, always a rebel without a cause. She enjoyed fighting, and had no problem killing to get what she wanted. But she knew if she wanted to survive, she couldn't fight everyone, it just made sense to fight other, saner, people to do the things she couldn't be bothered to do, fix the things she couldn't be bothered to fix.<br/><br/>She crept through allies and darted across streets to avoid getting spotted by anyone who wanted what few supplies she had left. Only stopping to catch her breath, duck down, turn on her radio and listen for the signal "T..s ... ...lyss....Me....D...one....ed....me?"<br/><br/>'Damn..." she muttered. She switched her gaze to a nearby door in the alley. "Maybe if I go...yeah." she muttered again, holstering her pistol, silencing her radio and grabbing her pump action. She checked if the door was open first, but the damn thing didn't budge. She turned her head left, then right before raising a steel toed boot to kick the door open . It falls open with a heavy crash, sending dust everywhere. Another thunderous clap resounds as a shot fires off from inside, hitting her square in the chest. She grunts and fires blindly into the dust cloud with a spray of buckshot. Another thud is heard as someone falls to the floor.<br/><br/>The dust clears and Victoria checks herself. She felt the bullet strike her in the gut, but thankfully she had already donned a 'borrowed' ballistic vest. Her victim however was less lucky, as the shotgun blast found enough of it's mark to turn them into a bloodied wheezing mess. She approached him, a kid, barely seventeen from the looks of it. Victoria leaned over and grabbed his gun, and traveled up the stairs, leaving him to bleed out. Thankfully it seemed the kid was alone, trying to get the drop on her, or anyone desperate enough to bust in, or maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, either way not her problem now.<br/><br/>She found the roof door much easier to bust open, stepping out she could see a few blocks, all overgrown with those annoying flowers. She grabbed her hand radio again, tuned it to that signal and waited. The message was usually pretty frequent, but sporadic, it'd probably be a few hours before she'd hear it again. She sat herself across from the door to the roof, shotgun in lap, waiting for the signal or anyone to bust through and take their shot at her.<br/><br/>" Th.s .s Ulys..s Me..r. Doe. an.n.e re.d me?"<br/><br/>Victoria paused a moment, before her finger pressed against the button "I read you."