Andrea heaved a sigh , wiping away the salty tears sliding down her cheek with a bloodied hand. The shock of the event was just a little unnerving. Smoke began to clear out allowing her to see Jacob's legs. They were the only thing left of the man. She was grateful his stupid self could only try to save the woman. His body had saved her at least. She watched as a man walked up to the other female speaking to her. It almost made her feel invisible. Maybe that was for the best?<br/><br/>She spotted Jacob's tossed gun and walked up to it. It seemed people were who needed to be feared. Her hand grabbed the gun not that she was going to use it any time soon. The idea here was to follow the man, or she could wander aimlessly. Now, following someone was always good. This option was safest at the moment. It didn't take long for the man to find the officer and carry him. The other woman was with them. She kept a safe distance from the three aware that other survivors were now gathering in small groups.<br/><br/>The man busted open a almost fallen apart door for a near by building. From there on she couldn't completely follow the man.She heaved a sigh. It wasn't so much guilt that struck through her. There was nothing the could possibly be done to save the child. Nor is the fault to be blamed on anyone else. Accidents happen, and maybe the grenade was an accident? However, rationalizing like that left for blaming the thrower. Jez, her brain was starting to hurt.<br/><br/>Her hand brought the back of the gun against her cheek in a kind of I give up type of pose. Food. A sound that to her was as loud as a low cat growl came from her stomach. Darn, all this work, and no nourishment. She must be going freaking crazy!  All the chaos and all she wants is food.For a moment her eyes scouted around the empty ally way. It seemed that on this Christmas there were plenty of people that died, and plenty that survived. The problem was finding something to eat.