Kelly moaned and rolled over, buried in a small mountain of blankets as was her habit, and slapped at her alarm clock, then abruptly realized that the sound wasnt coming from her clock. She frowned groggily, for she had not been asleep for very long, and realized that the sound was coming from her windows, she extricated herself from her bed and rose, naked, and crossed her flat apartment, opening the window to yell at who or whatever was responceable... and instantly regretted it, the wailing blair had been murder through closed windows, with it open, the sound was almost unbearable, atleased, the source was readily obvious.... one of the shiny new bomb sirens, the damn thing barely 10 feet from her window. With a malevolent glare Kelly slipped back into her room, only to return a minute later with a brick, which she whipped at the siren, ending its deafening call with a warble as the speakerphone was smashed.<br/><br/>Finally, peace. With that basic requisite established, the once medical student pulled her hair, blonde, but dyed platinum, back into a ponytail, and began dressing in her usual attire, murring softly as she slipped on her special panties. When she pulled her jacket over her shoulders the meaning behind the siren finally clicked in her sleep addled head, and her jaw dropped, she hastily flicked the TV on, but she was a smart girl... and really didnt need to do more than look at the newsman's face to confirm her fears. She ran into her little kitchenette, yanking open the drawer, and throwing papers around as she desperately searched for the public service pamphlet that had been delivered months ago... with its now-precious list of public shelters. In the end she ended up holding a newspaper clipping, one shed cut out herself. When she saw it... the.... idealness of the shelter had appealed to her, ride out the end of the world in relative comfort, it was owned by a man... who would no doubt have sordid intentions towards whatever women he happened to snare... he was after all, a man. But this suited Kelly just fine, just fine indeed... infact, it was ideal, being stuck in a cramped public shelter with no way to...<em>work</em>did not appeal to her.<br/><br/>She pocketed the clipping, and took off, pausing only to put her boots on, then fled her apartment, not even bothering to close the door, after all, there was nothing valuable in there, and the notion of... inviolability was a foreign concept to her, as it was with all whores. She passed many of her neighbours, all busily trying to carry off their precious belongings... it was all she could do to keep the sneer from her face. Idiots. Down the stairs and out onto the street, she beelined straight for the Mitchum Bunker. On her arrival, she spotted a small group of people, all clealy having the same idea as her.... though without much luck, the door remained sealed, a security lens staring out impassively on the half-dozen or so people who felt entitled enough not to take No for a answer.<br/><br/>Kelly shoved her way to the front of the crowd, and turned, pulling her knives from her boots and swinging them at about eye-level, she was of course, careful to make sure she didnt actually hit anyone. Sure enough the crowd flinched back as shed hoped, and Kelly held the Knives out to keep the space open around her and the door, one face faced business man didnt take the hint and waddled back in, face flushed and mouth open to protest... Kelly opened his cheek with a flick of the blade in her right hand... and the crowd flinched back even more, they weren't desperate enough to push their luck with her.... yet.<br/><br/>Satisfied, she turned, and held her jacket open in the time honoured tradition of streetwalking whores, displaying herself for the camera “Hey! Whats the point of survival if your going to be bored and lonely? Let me in... I'll make it worth your while, I promise~” she said huskily, blowing a kiss.<br/><br/>