Kristie squinted looking down the road. She swore to herself she'd seen someone walking, walking alive and not shambling dead. She sighed and walked past everyone without another word. Laying the M40A3 sniper rifle on the counter, she picked up the two cans and walked back outside with her M16 hunt around her neck and shoulder on its three point sling. She walked out to the far end of the parking lot and put one of the large cans under a car, and crossed back across the parking lot to the other far side and put another down there. She strolled back, huming a quiet tune to herself as she walked, like it was just another Sunday walk. In truth, humming was some kind of natural thing she did when dealing with explosives. She didn't know why she did it, and really she couldn't figure out how it started. Her instructors told her, when faced with the puzzles and difficulties associated with an explosive device, the mind shuts off the outside world and initiates some kind of ruse to keep the rest occupied. Kristie was skeptical, but then again her instructors had spent hours upon hours dealing with explosives, who was she to argue. "<strong>Well, I have those two babies out there for defense if we're attacked by a large mob.</strong>" Kristie pointed back out to the parking lot and jingled the car starter. "<strong>This sets em off. Unlock door sets off the left, open trunk sents off the right. Start car activates the left, lock doors activates the right.</strong>" Kristie said slowly, pointing to each of the buttons and hoping to God these civilians, and Army, had the memory to keep that in mind.<br/><br/>Kristie wanted to die, she hurt so much. Every step was like being hit by a bus and refusing to just die. She knew her ankle must be at least sprained and likely on the verge of a break, and her back hurt as well. She walked back inside and produced a long string of wire and what looked like a box. It was the receiver device inside a TV. "<strong>This is an early warning alarm. Its a trip wire activated version. Someone or something trips this wire, and that TV over there...</strong>" Kristie pointed a small, portable TV behind the register. "<strong>That turns on when this is activated. I'm going to throw this out back, so we don't have to worry about getting ass fucked.</strong>" Kristie said, putting it down, and picking up three flare guns. "<strong>I'm going to cook up a few devices we can use as early warning. These among them, a trip flare. Hopefully these things don't give a shit about bright lights. Along the roads mainly. Any areas we cant see from the roof, also yes, the roof is accessable. I checked it while I was up there, but the door is half destroyed. We will have to take it off the hinges.</strong>" Kristie nodded, setting the flares down.<br/><br/>She winced again as her shoulder screamed at her to sit the hell down and check, but she couldn't yet. "<strong>I...really don't know what to do with the front doors, maybe we should seal them off or something. What are the backdoors like? What about ground floor fire doors? Anything that can't be opened inward and is heavy will not be broken down by conventional force. Then there is shipping on the East, that has those big doors and an access door. The two big garage doors have a good, 6 foot drop because of the loading ramp. I figure we don't even need to barricade that, unless those zombies have great upper body strength. And the side access door is basically, the same as the fire escape. Heavy steel door that opens out only. I can't see them breaking it down, but best be sure anyways.</strong>" Kristie said more to herself, looking at Jake and Marcus, then the new arrival Dinah.<br/><br/>"<strong>As far as rescue goes, there was an attempt to get people abord Aircraft Carriers of the West Coast. We had 3 over there, and several land carriers, big ships for carrying tanks and trucks. Together they were supposed to carry well over 200,000 people but...well.</strong>" Kristie sighed, for the first time in a few days thinking about all her dead friends. "<strong>...that kind of fell through. We can only do so much, right?</strong>" Kristie sighed, leaning against the wall. "<strong>Anyways, I'm going to hit the roof and get the door open, then I'll set up some more little goodies we can use in case things heat up.</strong>" Kristie nodded, as she hit the quick release button holding up her pack and let it fall, catching it before it hit the floor. She set it up against the table she'd laid out the necessary parts on, and sighed of relief, as she picked up her M16 and walked back towards the stairs leading to the second floor.