<strong>Briar Rose<br/>Ruined Antique Shop</strong><br/><br/>Each foot step seemed to echo through the building. The old run down Antique Shop had seen much better days.<br/><br/>The build seemed to crack and creak, the evening wind seeming to whisper threw its hall ways and empty rooms. The girl giving the knife a one over in her hand, not knowing if a human or mutant would come running out of the nowhere at her. The female keeping her guard about her, often looking over her shoulder to view the path she had taken.<br/><br/>Even when she got deeper into the main room she would not stop, not even a moment to remove the hood of her cloak or to readjust her gear--gear that took her what felt like a lifetime to gather and put together. Something about this place did not fell right, it had looked safe but now she was getting a different feeling. The smell of smoke coming from outside the building however made her second think leaving.<br/><br/>Where there was smoke there was fire, where there was fire there was humans. Human…more like wild dogs. She herself had often been called a wolf; then again being called such an animal was an honor. They were such strong, beautiful animals able to survive no matter what was thrown their way…much like herself.<br/><br/>She was no angel after all, no she knew she was a woman and knew that her body was the most valuable thing she owned.  In these times she could often trade it for a meal or a warm place to sleep for the night. After all most people –in gangs or not—or more akin to listening to reason and willing to deal after a few of their friends were gunned down by a sniper or had a gun to their head. Not that she would be doing such things tonight.<br/><br/>No, one more look around shop and she would see a few things that could be of use. Glass on the floor could be easily turned into “one time knifes”, a few cast iron pots and pans hung in one of the intact windows, and a baby grand piano meant piano wires….<br/><br/>Yes to most this place was just fire wood but to her it was a treasure trove of useful items and possible weapons.  Maybe she could even find some can goods, after all most Antique Shop owners lived in the back of the shop. She just hoped people over looked such information.<br/>