She was not even sure were she was going as always she checked the doors each and every one of them.  She had nothing to fix the bite wound on her arm after only a few minutes it began to burn.  "You know maybe some water, or a shirt" the cloths she wore already covered in filth would only make the wound worse.  Water bandages then a shotgun that would be nice something that could blow off a head.  "You know, god, or what ever you are called you have a fucked up sense of humor".