Two weeks had since passed since Brena had left the sanctuary. She had regretted leaving the small child, mainly out of a motherly instinct rearing in her and the second most obvious reasoning - loneliness - wiggling its way into the back of her mind. Lord, she was lonely! She had picked up an abandoned car and had managed to siphon some gas from other nearby cars. She was kind of glad they hadn't dried up, honestly, but it gave her what she needed... A vehicle.<br/><br/>Traveling down Mott Street, she hit the highway and high tailed it into open country with the city at her back. She could recall looking up at the sky that surrounded it and even as she grew more distance, nothing but dark black gray clouds rolled around it as the city was revealed for it's true color and nature. Hopeless, dead, and as flatly abandoned as if someone had taken tape across the city and peeled out all the folk that lived there.<br/><br/>Water clouded her eyes as she drove, her camera tucked at her side as she looked down the road and eventually began to see the farms rise up out of the hills. It was strange how they comforted her and drew her in further like a moth to a flame. Brena looked down then, feeling the strange sensation that either she was no longer a lead foot or the fact that she was loosing momentum. "Damn, the gas..." She muttered, looking around for another car but none was around. At least, not for miles.<br/><br/>Drumming on the wheel, she worked the car down the road and turned in to find housing before night fell but she was fortunate enough to get the car roll down the road a few miles from the house before it came to a complete dead stop. Getting out of the car, Brena closed it quietly, grabbing her gun out from the back and her twin Arabian swords. She strapped them on and headed down the road slowly looking around for any runner. Literally... because nothing more than the fast running zombies freaked her out and she didn't exactly feel safe sleeping in a car with no gas if she couldn't open the door. Those things never slept and if she was right in her mind, they would do anything to get in if they knew she was there and she just wasn't willing to take that chance.<br/><br/>Shuddering, Brena walked up to the gate maybe an hour later and started opening the cabinets. She was poking around the back to get a clear look at what was going on in the small little farm and the thought of setting up sanctuary here dawned on her. It was perfect, small, compact, and all it needed was some more artillery, higher gates, and- A shot rang through the air as she turned suddenly startled by a fowl. She shot instantly on instinct, her heart racing. Even nature made her jittery.