Samantha shivered a bit. It was starting to get colder. Fall had to be coming soon. Before the incident, she lived a cushy life, going to college and living in an apartment that was paid for by her parents. She worked full time to pay for college herself, a deal she worked out with her folks. She worked at a local shooting range, getting the people settled in their booths and selling them more ammo if they wanted it. On the side, she even provided shooting lessons, which turned out to make her more money than her actual job. She was a very attractive girl, only 5' 4" but with almost a D bust and a small waist which flared into a pretty nice set of hips. She didn't look unproportional by any means, just gorgeous. Her bright blue eyes were captivating and her lightly freckled skin was flawless. Her long brown hair was usually pulled back into a loose ponytail to keep it out of her eyes while she was at work. Her looks were one of the main reasons men took shooting lessons from her, but her skills kept them coming back. She was a damned good shot with just about any weapon. It was very contradicting to how she usually was.<br/><br/>Plain and simple, Sam was clumsy. When she walked around, she tripped over her own two feet. The only thing that kept her from too much embarrassment was the fact that she had amazing reflexes. She would catch herself before she would fall to the ground, or catch the things that she would knock over, but they were never fast enough to keep herself from tripping or hitting things in the first place.<br/><br/>When it happened, and all Hell broke loose from the Earth, Sam grabbed as many guns as she could, and as much ammo as she could carry and took off with the men she was with at the shooting range. They had connections and they took her to a compound that was pretty much a giant fortress that housed about four dozen people. Now it was about five months later and they were running very low on food. They had a few successful trading attempts with others that had similar compounds, but they were few and far in between and way too unreliable. Straws were drawn and Samantha was picked to leave to find more food. It probably didn't help her odds that she was one of the few that didn't have any family left. Why pick someone with a wife and kids there when they could just send the loner. She was given a light jacket, and a few of the weapons she brought with her along with a M16 from someone in the compound. She wore dark blue jeans with a few rips and holes, a black tank top, and a pair of old boots. Sooner than she would have thought, she was being ushered out the only door in or out of the place and it was closed behind her with a solid thunk.<br/><br/>She stood at the door for a while, surveying what was left of the world before her. The majority of the buildings were in rubble, though there were a few apartment and hotel buildings that didn't seem to be touched. The roads were completely empty, with the exception of the occasional abandoned car. Her blue orbs scanned the area, looking for any sign of movement before she started moving herself. She crept to a half demolished convenience store, ducking down as she got inside. She looked around the store, noticing some cans next to a fallen down shelf. She slowly moved over to them, stumbling over a bit of rubbish before finally reaching them. All of them had been emptied or were dented and obviously spoiled. She sighed, looking back out to the streets, looking for anything that would have food. The apartments were the only things that seemed to be relatively close that would have food, but what if they were locked? Sam closed her eyes, praying that in their haste, the previous occupants had left them open. She stood, keeping her M16 close to her chest as she moved as silently as she could to exit, which was a gaping hole in the side of the building.