Kristie's mind had forced itself into work mode. She was slowly tinkering with the jumble of junk she'd collected for a few moments. She heard Jake's comments about the doors, and simply nodded without thinking. The lucky part for her, was her kit allowed to her do in a few moments that took others days to do. She, in very fast timing, had managed to put together two explosive devices. She walked towards the door as Jake darted outside, she tilted her head in confusion, but decided he might have seen something, and turned back to the table.<br/><br/>Kristie dropped everything she had in her hands and picked up her M16, after Jake had blurted out that he'd seen a living survivor, she began walking towards the door, she caught a glimpse of Jake being nearly tackled by a woman, definitely alive. Kristie made her way outside and looked around. The area seemed clear, but she looked for the civilian Jake had spoken of earlier, assuming this girl wasn't her. She spotted a moving figure heading back towards the source of the towering fire, and Kristie squinted to see better. She couldn't tell if the figure was a woman or not, but assumed Jake had identified her. Kristie glanced over at the woman, her M16 firmly in her hands. "<strong>Are you alone?</strong>" Kristie barked. She didn't want to sit out here for long, and all this noise was only deepening the creek they were currently drowning in. If anyone here thought they were safe, they were horribly wrong. If a convoy of well over 100 soldiers and APC's, HMMWV's with .50 caliber guns, and even two M1 Abrams tanks could fall to a horde, this place sure as hell would. Kristie had seen all the friends she had left in the world die, and be damned if she was gonna kick the bucket without returning the favor in kind.<br/><br/>Kristie walked back inside at very carefully put the cans down. She made a mental note to get everyone together and detail what she had here. One wrong move, cell phones, turning on a TV or anything could set these things off, and they weren't to be set off unless something had to die. They were filled with ammonium nitrate and nails. Shrapnel bombs. They were activated with a remote car starter, but another radio signal could easily blow them up. More or less, they were safe until the eletrical feed was activated and the fuse ignited. At that point, anything within 25 feet was torn to shreds by the nails, and anything within 40 feet was suffering severe mental confussive force, and anything at 70 feet was experiencing hearing problems. Kristie wouldn't use these except outside, and at a distance. She had 3 more devices cooked up, but not quite done. The first was just high explosive, it would incinerate anything within 10 feet of the explosion, and could kill the hearing on anyone up to 100 feet away. This would, she'd have to put<em>really</em>far away, or risk blowing down the windows. The other two were the same as the first two, only different was the load of ammonium inside. Kristie was proud of her abilities to create explosives on short order.<br/><br/>Walked over to her gear and grabbed the M40A3's case. She zipped it open and pulled out the fully assembled sniper rifle. It was coated in black finish, the scope had a small amount of netting around the ends, and there was a few magazines inside. She wasn't going to fire it, but she took a magazine anyways. Walking back outside, she brought the rifle up to her shoulder, making a note to open the bolt and pull it back, keeping her finger clear of the trigger guard. She peered through the scope and spotted the woman again. "<strong>Definitely a chick, she looks alive.</strong>" Kristie mumbled. She thought about shooting for a second to get her attention, but that would be foolish. The reason Kristie had the long range rifle now, was if the woman got ambushed Kristie had a slight chance of helping her out. "<strong>We need to get her in here, now.</strong>"