<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/ChrissaBlindFaithSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Williamson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>As people began unloading the supplies from the vehicles, Chris kept an eye on their surroundings. If someone had enough numbers and some weapons, now would be a good time to hit the group of high schoolers and pillage their supplies, since it was all in the one place. That, and most members of the convoy seemed intent on getting inside now, their attention distracted from potential danger. So Chris kept watch, her rifle in hand. She paid particular attention to the streets, looking for the car they'd seen at Tristyn's apartment. There was no sign of it, or it's driver, however.<br/><br/>Finally, with most of the stuff out of her truck, Chris gathered up an armful of stuff--leaving her right hand free to hold her rifle--and trudged up the stairs to the apartment everyone was trying to get into. She could hear Jack's voice carrying down the stairs and in the hall.<strong>"I'll sleep on the patio,"</strong>she volunteered. She'd slept in her own bed all her life, in her own room, and she'd grown accustomed to having some privacy. And not having to listen to other people snoring. She didn't feel like changing that now, not if she could help it. Plus, being out on the patio would give her a good vantage point to keep an eye on her truck and the other vehicles, in case someone tried to tamper with them over night. It would also give her a bit of privacy to think. Everything was happening so fast, and she needed to think.