Mikena watched Mira walk out the door and admired her readiness to take on the day.  Pain surged up the side of Mikena's body, making her bite her tongue hard momentarily.<br/><br/>'I wanna stay positive, I gotta stay positive!' She thought to herself.<br/><br/>Mikena turned to Daisy, getting to her feet.  "Church supplies, my god you're a genius!"  Mikena gave a bright smile.<br/><br/>"Would you like an orange?  I have some left from my Mom's garden that should be going bad soon-- so we should eat them up!"  She held out an orange to Daisy.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna check my Browning.  I can't go anywhere without my rifle.  Then I may go out there to start scouting for the current location of undead groups--- see the ones we can take out to get to a church.  You know much about this area, Daisy?"<br/><br/>The Browning rifle gleamed, the butt of the rifle a solid oak finish-- without a knick on her.  Funny, she'd shoved it into many a zombie, cracking their ribs and sending them to the ground writhing in some intangible semblance of pain.<br/><br/>Letting her mind wander, Mikena thought of Mira.<br/>'What a strong, strong woman. I wish I can help her and gain her trust... But if I bring my Browning out there right now, one shot at a wayward zombie would attract more to the fences.'