Crunching her way through an abandoned appartment complex, on the search for anything useful, Sicilia aka "Rose" by her friends, sighed and sat on one of the beds. Leaning back on the palms of her hands and looking up at the half-collapsed ceiling. "That's the tenth room I have searched today...looks like the scavengers have already blown through." Grits her teeth at the mentions of the bandits, feeling the bullet-burn along her leg. She had been ambushed not two nights ago, three men had tried to join her by her campfire, and after letting them come close enough, they had pulled weapons, a tire iron, a crowbar, and one of the bastards had scavenged a pistol from somewhere and shot at her. She had lived, they had not. A dog eat dog world was what the still sane enough people of the town believed in. You could never truely know what will happen, the portals turned people insane by their nature. Walking home could turn into falling down a cliff...truely insane. However, there where a few places in the city where you could only be lightly affected, sitting to the right and then you are sitting to the left.  Looking down at her scavenged clothing, black leather boots, vest, clothes, a patchwork pair of pants, and a red bandana. She looked like a bandit shure enough, bringing a slight smirk onto her pale mouth. Picking up her satchel, she started to work her way through the remaining fifty rooms, using her fire axe to chop her way through sections were falling wood or plaster had blocked her path.<br/><br/>After her long days work of scavenging, she sat down contently at her makeshift camp, a linen tent, a small fire, and a couple crates that held her supplies. On the dirt floor infront of her was: a couple silver forks, spoons, two steel kitchen knives, several batteries, a lighter, a box of matches, a bible, a couple cans of food, and a deck of cards. Grinning hugely, she picked up the cards and looked through them. "Finally a way to keep myself entertained for alil while...no pencils or papers through...shame." Puts the cards down and places her spoils in one of the crates, pulling the top over it to keep what's inside safe. Leaning back against one oft he smal boulders that was strewn across her campsite, she watched the fire and thought of happier, simpler times, her axe across her lap.