<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div align="center">Appearance (http://i818.photobucket.com/albums/zz104/Shuuraya/RL%20Women/a8dcd1452130c12b.png)<br/>Tattooes. (http://i818.photobucket.com/albums/zz104/Shuuraya/RL%20Women/SEXY--1.jpg)<br/>Clothing: Marine Fatigues. Combat Boots. Leather Belt, and backpack.</div>[/size][/color]<br/><br/>Isanya sighed, shuffling through the boxes of candy bars and soft drinks on the shelf, looking for, and not finding, the gatorade flavour that she liked. It was typical really, she had three hours before she was supposed to report in to her superior officer, and the last half hour had been looking for the one snack and the one beverage she was probably not going to see again until she touched down on native soil. The sound of the speaker creaking to life had the soldier blinking, and then frowning as it became rather obvious that something was going on. What it was exactly, she had no idea, but she knew that sound. That gurgling, choking sound. Someone had just died. Not good. Setting the basket of small snacks down on the floor, Isanya moved fast, but silent considering her tall height and the clunky looking boots she wore, heading for the camping section as instructed by the manager, or whoever it was that had spoken next over the speaker.<br/><br/>It wasn't everyday one saw an arrow fly into a body, and have that body keep right on going. But it was rather apparent when she saw it herself that Isanya had either A; walked into a horror movie, or B; the idiot woman who'd been shot was high or drunk or both. She was thinking it was closer to the first choice, when an armless...shambling...thing, staggered into view down the aisle. "The fuck-Ohly shit!" Yanking out her knife, in case this is some sort of really, really elaborate prank, the redhead stepped forward a pace at a time, coming out from the aisle behind the man holding the bow, the one who'd shot the shambling..undead...woman..thingy. The most pressing issue at the moment though was the idiot with the archery equipment. Obviously he had no trouble shooting someone point blank, and as a soldier, she couldn't allow him to do that. He was a civilian until he showed her otherwise with identification. "Sir, put the bow down. Now."<br/><br/>Spotting several other people arriving, one guy towing another woman behind him, she herself remained in a ready stance, to see what was going on. And that damned shot woman was still coming towards the guy. That, was not good.