Kristie looked back at Markus and gave him a knowing nod. She pointed towards the word and leaned back towards Markus. "<strong>Stay close to me, just talk to me in the headset if you loose me or get separated, or if you see anything. Don't, shoot your gun unless you absolutely have too.</strong>" Kristie smiled as best she could, looking back towards the street and moving her hand forward as she rose silently from her crouched position and began a quick and very quiet fast walk towards the corner of the building. With her M16A4 leading the way, Kristie walked one step at a time in rapid succession across the rain slick concrete ground. Her boots making quiet splashing noises as she crept along. All her attention was focused in front of her, her rifle was pointed towards the far area of the parking lot, while her eyes jumped back and forth between the approaching corner of the Home Depot and the area where her M16A4 laid its eyes. As the corner became mere feet away, almost in an instant, Kristie slowed down to a creep and stopped at the corner, lowering her M16 till it was pointing at the ground. Her breathing slowed and her eyes held steady at the ground, and in a splash of a second and without warning Kristie's entire body pivoted so her chest was pressed against the buildings wall and her M16 and vision was scanning the parking lot. Immediately after, Kristie put her hand up to her mouth and pressed the small black mic in front of her mouth closer. "<strong>Alright, the parking lot is clear. Move up to the cars and I'll be with you in a second.</strong>" Kristie whispered into the mic, waiting for Markus to move ahead before she went on to her other duties.<br/><br/>Kristie switched her M16A4 to safe, and let it hang fearlessly around her chest. She fished around in a large pouch on her left thigh until she pulled out a small flare stick and a long cord. Dropping to her knee, Kristie quickly unwound the string and placed the flare into the ground with a loud crack. Still on a knee, Kristie crept over to the otherside of the small alley way and jabbed a small pike into the grass ground. Tying the string around the small piece of metal. Thinking quickly, Kristie jumped to her feet and sprinted a few feet to the small building neighboring the Home Depot. Grabbing a few small bags of fertalizer, she didn't know exactly if the undead could detect traps, but more so she'd heared of hostile survivors and getting herself raped because of carelessness wasn't an agenda item for this lifetime. Or any, for that matter. Covering the second pike carefully with the bags, Kristie quicket moved back to the flare and pulled out a small can, with a pretty impressive weight to it. She laid the other bag of fertalizer next to the flare, careful not to put it too close. Kristie put the small can just to the side of the fertalizer with the flare, her telltale and natural humming beginning as she finished tucking the small explosive trap in its new home, and looked down at it intently. Kristie fished a small keychain out of her pocket and pressed the door lock button. A second later a small red light began pulsating on the can, barely noticable even in the darkness, Kristie could only see it because she was wearing night vision. Or at least she figured. Kristie smiled mischeviously, god damn if she couldn't do math but set these types of things up, what a cruel world.<br/><br/>After hitting the door lock button again, the red light ceased blinking and Kristie put the keychain back in her pocket carefully, making sure to disconnect the battery before doing so. She ran to catch up to Markus, easily finding him with her night vision. "<strong>Alright, I'm good to go here. Ready? Lets get goin'</strong>" Kristie said before her better judgement could intervein, which it was already trying to do. In her mind, Kristie was having a civil war of her conscience vs. her logic and her judgement vs. her Marine status. Conscience and camaraderie seemed to win at this point, and the need for revenge was becoming more and more obvious. It didn't make sense, and right now it didn't have too. Kristie hated dragging Markus into this, but if he was crazy enough or desperate enough to go into that hospital without so much as an explanation necessary, then it was obvious Kristie's demons were not alone in their relentless torment.