Kristie for a moment thought about the fact it was possible other survivors occupied the HomeDepot. She'd been thinking hard about trying to find living people since the ambush, but the sad fact was even if there were survivors, most of them were spread out and Kristie would never find one. Hell, she didn't even know if anyone else was left. What if she was the last human being alive on Earth, the species was doomed and she was the last one. The thought brought a slight tear to her eye, she still didn't understand any of this. She usually remained strong under pressure, but this was becoming too much. A loud crack came from behind her, she immediately shifted from knee to knee and spun around, her M16 finding its way to her hands and up to her shoulder as she refocused her gaze.<br/><br/>At first, she didn't see anything. Too many cars to get a good look around. But she knew what a gunshot sounded like, it was a pistol. That meant there were survivors, or a gun had randomly gone off, or the undead somehow knew how to shoot guns or did so accidently. The first option seemed most likely, Kristie looked around the parking lot and surrounding buildings quickly, not focusing on details, just trying to catch anything that wasn't there earlier. The pack of undead from the helicopter burst into view as they weaved around some cars. Suddenly something caught her eye. Kristie stood up and looked around. She could just barely make out two heads on the other side of the parking lot. After a single second of thought, she stuffed her lock pick in the first pounch she found open, and pushed herself up so she was standing. The weight she'd been carrying for the last 6 days was becoming too harsh even for a Marine. Over a week without so much as a rest, and food was just enough too keep her body from shutting down. Right now, she was in debt to her training.<br/><br/>Kristie zigged through the abandoned, voluntary or otherwise, cars and soon came to a pick up truck. Kristie stepped up on the rear wheel and vaulted herself into the back. Bringing her M16 to her shoulder, she switch it to semi-automatic and crouched back down, resting her ass on her left foot. She steadied herself as she switched the safety off on her M16 and pressed the stock against her shoulder. The small green dot came up into view as the undead came closer, but not towards her. A loud bang of a shotgun rang out and Kristie saw one of the undead drop in a bloodied pulp. Unfazed, Kristie watched a middle aged woman, half of her neck looked like it had been ripped out. Kristie lined up her holographic sight on the womans forehead and pulled the trigger. A single 5.56mm NATO JHP round burst out from the barrel of the rifle and sped towards the womans head. The womans skull was no match for a speeding bullet made to do damage, and the round went in , fragmented and went out the other side, taking a portion of her brain with it. The woman looked like she'd been hit with an invisible bat in the head. She jumped back, her feet going forward while her head went back wards. She landed violently against a car hood, the alarm going off. "<strong>Great...</strong>" Kristie sighed to herself, as looked for a new target. "<strong>Hey! Run!</strong>" Kristie shouted, a mix of trying to get those guys moving through the cars to slow down the undead and also funnel them into a bottle neck, and to try and get the attention away from the other two. Kristie doubed the undead could reach her up here, as long as they didn't surround the vehicle.