<strong>Wastland: Briar Rose, Main Street</strong><br/><br/>Fox ate slowly trying to convince her nagging belly that the two pieces of dried meat were a feast worth savoring. It wasn't working. The food settled in her belly and she knew she wouldn't starve today but she'd lost more weight since coming here weight she'd need to put back on if she wanted to make it through the winter. She glared at her pack holding several can of spam. She'd probably end up eating them before the week was out.<br/><br/>The woman, though she wasn't sure the stranger was one she'd taken to calling her; that nagged at her. She needed to go out look for something of use int the place next door to the antique place but with the woman there Fox was hesitant. In the end though her nagging belly won out. The place looked like a broken out restaurant  there might be some kind of food stuff still there.<br/><br/>Wrapping her shoulders and head in large thin black scarf like she used to see desert dwellers wear before the end of the world. She stashed her pack using one of the gangs traps so if anyone entered the building a bell would go off and in the near silence it would alert her. She made her her knives were on her and the guns cold metal pressed firmly into the small of her back, an unwelcome weight.<br/><br/>Quietly as she could she slipped out of the window. Glancing around she took the risk of running across the street to the cover of the other buildings she could take cover in if something went bad. She was a bit too loud running considering her new neighbor but there was little she could do in the hiking boots that made sneaky tricky on most days and down right hard the rest of the time. Slowly she crossed antiques place being quiet when an idea came to her.<br/><br/>She'd traded with other people all men before, a woman would pose a lot less of a threat and chances were she didn't know the gang wanted her. On impulse Fox picked up a few pebbles and tossed them into the building listening to the bounce along the floor. She wistled a little tune that sounded like a bird that lived no where near her and then booked it across the street. Lithe and in shape used to running she got into the building across the street and crouched down her black clothing blending into the shadows and she watched to see if the woman showed up.