<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/ChrissaBlindFaithSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Williamson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Balcony, 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/>Chrissa remained out on the balcony as the rest of the group calmed down and returned to their business...which for most, seemed to be talking about various things, some wanting to do this, some wanting to do that, the rest looking for food. Chris was kind of hungry too; she hadn't eaten since around 5am that morning. But now was no time to be worried about a few rumblings in her stomach. Soon enough, hunger would be a normal part of her life, and she couldn't let it interfere now, not when time was critical. She perked up when she heard someone mention that they needed to get to a gun store. It was the first thing she'd heard in the past several minutes that made sense to her.<br/><br/><strong>"I agree," </strong>she said as she stepped just inside the door from the balcony. She still held her rifle, but she kept the muzzle pointed down--a safe, non-threatening direction.<strong>"We've just seen that less than reputable people are already out and about and causing trouble. If we don't get ourselves armed, <em>they will</em>, and then we'll regret not having done so...if we live long enough, that is. I know where Cabela's is from here. I'm willing to lead a few people there and pick up some supplies. We really can't wait any longer on this."</strong>