<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/JessicaDownes003.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Williamson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering Parking Lot<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Following Tristyn's directions to his apartment, Chrissa guided her truck--and the rest of the convoy--through the eerily silent town. Almost no one was on the streets, and those few people she did see were some distance away, and ducked out of sight quickly. No one was in the mood for a confrontation yet, it seemed. Small mercy. She could only imagine what it would be like once people started running out of food and water. Everywhere there were growing signs of desolation. A bit more trash on the street than usual, fluttering to and fro on the wind. A dog left chained in the front lawn of a house, sniffing at his empty water bowl. The playground at the elementary school, devoid of life where usually it was full of yelling kids at this hour.<br/><br/>She was relieved when they finally arrived at Tristyn's apartment. It allowed her to focus on something else. She could see immediately she wasn't going to be able to get her truck into a proper parking spot. Even the few spots that were open were labelled "COMPACT", and there was no way the White Rhino would fit. So instead, she pulled her truck halfway onto the sidewalk in front of the building and called it good.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll take the gun and keep watch for now,"</strong>she told Tristyn.<strong>"Whatever you get from your place, you can throw it in the back of the truck for now."</strong>She got out and came around the front of the truck, meeting him on the passenger side. She leaned in close, lowering her voice a bit.<strong>"I don't need to tell you that we need to make this quick. We're in the open here."</strong>