<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/ChrissaBlindFaithSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Williamson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Balcony, Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Chrissa was ready to go to Cabela's and get supplies, and so, it seemed, were several other people. And then Elena started talking about tomorrow, when she could have the cars fixed. She wasn't sure if Tristyn was talking about tomorrow, too, or not. But one thing was sure, they couldn't afford to wait until then. As far as she was concerned, they were already behind the power curve in collecting supplied for self defense. Most of these kids were from in town; they were used to driving everywhere, to having everything nice, orderly, and comfortable all the time. She doubted any of them had carried anything heavier than their schoolbooks in a backpack before.<br/><br/><strong>"We can't wait until the cars are fixed,"</strong>she said.<strong>"We need to go now, and by 'now,' I mean we should've been out that door and on our way already. For all we know, the gangs are raiding Cabela's and other stores like it already. It doesn't take a genius to figure out there aren't any cops on the street. If we can get a truck hotwired and ready to go fast, then let's do it. Otherwise, we're walking there and carrying back what we can. If we putter around anymore, we're going to find ourselves as fodder for those who are already acting on the situation."</strong><br/><br/>She looked at the others to see if she could tell which way they were leaning. As for herself, she'd made up her mind: they couldn't wait any longer. She started for the door, and she'd keep going, regardless on whether anyone else followed her or not.