Kelly continued to search through the aisles not finding much.<span style="font-style: italic">Great I'm running low on food</span>She thought to her self as she checked the last aisle.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe the grocery store down the street will still have something left.</span>She quickly looked into the storage room, but moved on seeing it empty. Kelly quietly moved back out onto the street but stopped when she saw a figure near a car a couple yards away. She drew her pistol and took aim in one swift motion at the figure. Kelly was about to fire but hesitated when she noticed the way it moved, it moved with coordination instead of simply stumbling about. She thought, hoped, for a moment that it would be a survivor but then thought that this person could likely be hostile, or simply crazy. She decided to move closer to get a better look at it's face, stopping about two cars away. She peeked up through the window of the car and looked at the figures face, she was relieved it wasn't a zombie, but now she was newly afraid of this survivor possibly being hostile. She decided to get his attention and hope for the best. She calmly stood up and leaned on the car, and made sure her pistol was visible by resting her hand on the roof with her finger next to the trigger. Now all he had to do was see her.