After a few seconds of silent watch with not so much as a blade of grass moving in aggression, Kristie figured whatever had made noise was long gone, or most likely, still there just out of her line of sight. Either way, she needed a rest. After looking around again for a few moments, she cautiously began to stand, keeping her rifle pressed against her shoulder, she began to walk north along Lawrence Street until she made it way to Purcell Road. From here, she went east, staying as close to the left-most side of the road heading West. If she were attacked, she'd be able to at least dash for some buildings near by. An unoccupied van, the previous owner no doubt in bad condition, was parked not far from a low roof. Kristie made a mental note she could probably climb up on that van and get on to the roof of that house. She didn't know if they could follow her, but right now wasn't the time for daydreaming. She walked for several minutes on Purcell Road until she crossed Stone Street and finally met up with North Missouri Street.<br/><br/>She progressed North along State Highway E until she met an otherwise occupied parking lot accompanying what looked like a large office building. She crossed the highway so she was on the left hand side of the street, going North-East, and with her M16 still against her shoulder, occasionally turning to walk backwards, checking her surroundings and making sure she was well aware of what lay ahead before she got there, Kristie cut across some grass and cut onto Market Street.<br/><br/>A large building was the first thing she saw as she took a knee on the intersection, resting on some grass, she looked around before focusing her eyes on the building. She wasn't sure what it was, she saw no signs or markings, but she assumed it was a series of small businesses or medical practices. There was a slight stream of gray smoke trickling out one of the top floor windows, indicating the chances of a stable interior were limited. Kristie stood up and once again looked around. Suddenly she felt almost like a tourist. Most towns were the same, or so people always said, but when you didn't have a map, nor did you have anyone to ask for directions, you felt very isolated. Kristie looked around for any signs of life, or lack there of, and her eyes caught sight of a small object on a roof not too far away. She blinked stupidly for a second as her mind processed 'what types of things look like that on a roof...'<br/><br/>Her mind slapped her in the face with the answer. She realised it was that helicopter she'd lost sight of. From what she could understand about these undead, they didn't drive or fly too well. Nor did whoever was in that helicopter, or maybe that pilot had difficulties. Maybe he or she is already..well..dead-ish.<em>Maybe maybe maybe...</em>she scolded herself, shrugging her shoulders, causing all her gear to jump. She began to walk towards where she assumed the helicopter was, as she lost sight of the building a few times over her walk. None the less she arrived too see nobody there. The helicopter looked damaged, a think whisp of black smoke rising from the engine compartment. She sighed, and looked around the vacant town and groaned. Everyone here was most likely dead, and she was right in the middle of it. The remains of what looked like a broken bottle littered a small alley between two buildings. Krisite felt her body start to become annoyed. She looked around the town again, until her eyes met a pleasing sight; the finishing touches on her miracle...<em>-ospital</em>.<br/><br/>Kristie began to make her way there. It was due West of her right now, and only about a block away. Her mind returned to the helicopter, and if the pilot was dead, there was a chance she could fix the helicopter herself. She didn't exactly have professional experience, but she had taken a few flying lessons in the Marines, and even learned about the science behind flight, none of it really interested her but she thought it could be a neat hobby after she was done working with explosives. She thought about all the things her life had meant before this, and now none of it was going to be the same. Not only were her family and friends most likely dead, her unit all but disbanded or broken up, but her country was torn. She didn't know the status of the rest, but little hope remained in her mind. None the less, she found herself outside the hospital after a few minutes. Hope yet again resting in her lap. The doors were bloodied and half broken, as she had her M16 right against her shoulder, her eyes dancing with the small green dot in her holographic reflex sight, her swept the lobby and waiting room in the ER. She then backtracked and tried her best to secure the doors, but nothing that would hold out someone determined. This hospital was small, maybe a few floors, but from what she saw in the ER waiting room, this place had been ransacked. Worse still, there was blood all over the place.<br/><br/>Swapping her M16 for her 500 Tactical in a flash, she flipped on the LED flashlight attached on the underside of the shotguns barrel. For the fact she needed to at least see if something attacked her, she didn't want to go too far inside. No power meant pitch blackness, and truth be told Kristie was...well..very scared of being in the dark alone. It was a big problem for her in the Marines, but at this point, none of that seemed to matter. She quietly pushed open the door to the ER Trauma unit.