<div class="floatleft">(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/RP%20Girls/ChrissaBlindFaithSmall.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Williamson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tom's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture, plus a black ball cap, hair in a ponytail.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Tom, Open<br/><br/>Chrissa was glad they were finally moving. She understood grouping up and talking about plans, but she'd grown concerned when it seemed like all they were going to do was talk the day away. She'd never been in a disaster like this before, but there was something to be said for watching disaster movies: those who didn't prepare always ended up dead. So when they started for Tom's apartment with the intent of arming up and moving to procure supplies, she felt a bit better about the situation.<br/><br/>She arched an eyebrow appreciatively as she surveyed the collection of guns in Tom's place. Her eyes fell on an AR-10, and she picked it up. The AR-10 was essentially a heavier variant of the AR-15 or an M-4; instead of firing a .223 round, it fired a larger .308 round. The tradeoff was that it was far heavier to carry, and its magazines usually only held 20 rounds instead of the AR-15's 30. It was a tradeoff Chrissa was willing to make, especially since this AR-10 had a medium-power scope mounted on it. It would make an ideal hunting weapon, or a medium-range sniper weapon, as well as a close-in self defense gun if needed. It would be far more useful than her bolt-action rifle.<strong>"May I use this one?"</strong>she asked Tom.<strong>"Got any magazines for it?"</strong>