<strong>Wastland: Briar Rose, Main Street</strong><br/><br/>Fox flattened herself low to the ground at the sound of the gun shot a curse curving her lips. She could hear who ever it had been running and she huffed in anger. Now she'd need to find a new place they be watching this street now.<em>Mother fucker</em>she though with anger pushing herself to her feet and dashing back to her hide out.<br/><br/>She grabbed her stuff already packed and took off. Speed was key she needed to be gone without a trace before they had time to get someone down here to look around. She took streets seeming at random though she'd scouted the city, when she'd arrived and knew exactly where she was, heading towards a residential area that looped the city with twisted roads and a confused lay out it would be easy to hide there though wouldn't help her as much.<br/><br/>She broke into the first place that seemed to have not caved in on itself. It looked like it had once been nice, maybe even grand. Now it was falling down the glass broken out of every window and leaning into it self looking ready to tumble down. Fox didn't care she broke out the jagged teeth of one of the remaining windows and got inside.<br/><br/>Her breath was labored as she held her knife and walked through the house. It was in terrible shape nothing about it useable save rotting fabric and the illusion of protection from the falling down walls. It would work for now. they wouldn't think to look for her in such a useless place. She placed a fishing line trap across the large open windows and stashed her stuff in a cup board with the front hanging by one hinge and then left to go scout this are for danger sticking to the shadows, her knife never leaving her hand.