Kristie slammed the last bolt of the floor braces into place and wheeled around on her heels, looking at the intimidating barricades they had set up. Kristie nodded in approval and wiped the sweat on her forehead on her left sleeve. Her gear and most of her clothing were laying next to her on the counter of the customer service desk, and next to them was the large white cloth she kept all her tools and EOD kit on. She sighed a deep breath of relief, and looked at Markus. She gave him a firm high five and put her hands on her hips. "<strong>I gotta say, that looks good. Here's hoping that nobody drives a car through this, but nothin with just hands, teeth and feet is gonna get through that.</strong>" Kristie smirked, knowing full well that wasn't entirely true. A few hours of banging would eventually weaken these things, and since Kristie had a sneaky suspicion that the undead did not feel pain, until their arms fell off they could bring this barricade down. But for now, they had overcome one of the chief obstacles involved with suvival; secure housing. They had food, though rations and MREs weren't exactly high class food, but they had the nutrients and proteins the human body needed to keep going, basically low grade fuel for a high class car. Eventually you need a batch of chicken fingers but for now, tofu would do.<br/><br/>Kristie bit her lip and looked over at the M40A3 sitting on the desk. "<strong>Well, I guess all that remains now is sleep, and waiting for tomorrow, huh?</strong>" Kristie said rhetorically, walking towards the desk and hoisting her MCCUU blouse onto her back and slipping her shoulders through with a grunt and gritting of her teeth. The morphine was beginning to wear off, and Kristie was thankful it lasted through the construction word. She was also intending on taking the first watch on the roof, and woulnd't take no for an answer, more because she didn't want to whimper as she tried to lay down. Anything less than a super comfortable bed would cause her discomfort, she needed to stay standing, let the bruises swell down and hopefully subside within the next 24 hours. She picked up the M40A3 and hoisted her M16A4 up, guiding the sling around her neck and shoulder and letting it rest against her chest. "<strong>Tell the others I'm going to the roof, I'll take tonights watch...</strong>" Kristie nodded, waving her night vision up and beginning a quick walk towards the stairs, she suddenly turned to Markus and said "<strong>..and make sure you guys don't burn the place down.</strong>" She laughed, walking up the stairs 2 at a time and making a straight line for the roof access.<br/><br/>Kristie pushed the door open and the cold night air smacked her in the face. She shivered a little, but it wasn't half as cold as it was in Virginia. The ocean chill added to the nights cold, but here it was less obvious. Like a tickle at the back of your neck, Kristie walked over to the roofs far left corner and sat down on an office chair she'd picked earlier in the day. From here, and with her night vision strapped too her head, she could see the entire parking lot, and most of the town. She rested the bipod of the M40A3 on the side of the roof and rested the stock on a small table she'd brought up earlier. The eerie green view caused by the night vision sent a chill up her spine, and she could clearly see the bodies from the fight earlier. Kristie fished a chicken and beef ration out of her hump pack and pulled it open, digging in viciously as the smell drifted up to her nose. "<strong>Even after a few weeks you taste like shit....</strong>" Kristie quietly mumbled to herself, gritting her teeth as her jaw flared up in pain. She scoffed down the ration relatively quickly, and dropped the empty package back into her pack. She picked up the M40A3 and slid it over to herself, backing away from the roof slightly and allowing herself room to handle the long rifle. She laid her M16A4 against her hump pack which was laid next to the chair, and flipped the night vision up on the latch on her helmet. Easing her cheek against the stock, she looked through the scope. When it came to general luck, Kristie had none. When it came to luck at the right time Kristie was full. She grabbed an M40A3 rifle with an ultraclear scope from TriJicon. It was almost like a HDTV that costs 10 grand. Expensive yes, bulky a bit, the best scope in the world most definitely. She could clearly see almost everything illuminated by natural light, as she sat back and switched her night vision off.