Kallisto had made it to the elevator, and was heading down to the lobby floor. The far end of her broomstick was now stained with blood, but the thick sturdy wood held up pretty good. As the elevator lights came down to<strong>1</strong>, the doors opened and about ten or fifteen zombies were waltzing around in the lobby. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the shaft and took off, hurling her body towards the door as soon as a second had passed and a path was made. Kallisto raced, and she heard the screeching hunger of zombies coming towards her after she took off. But her long legs carried her far, and she burst through the door, sending the double glass panes flying outwards and slamming into the brick foundation of the outside of the Willow Oaks apartment complex.<br/><br/>Her car was not far, down the street a little ways. Kalyani never stopped running. All the aerobics classes she taught were based around Tae-Bo, as well as a few track practices to keep her body in a good enough shape to run a mile without stopping to take a break since then. Soon enough, or sooner than expected, Kallisto came up upon her dark violet PT Cruiser. She pulled keys out of her pocket and jingled them into the door. Her car had a few scratches on the side that weren't there the day before, but the still intact tinted windows and lack of hood damage made her think that she was rather lucky.<br/><br/>Inside, she shut the door and shoved the broomstick into the backseat, cranking the car and slamming the gas pedal down. Pulling into the street she plowed through a few zombies before finding the road clearer. A right turn, then a left, and she was heading out of the city at 90mph...<br/><br/><div align="center">-XXX-</div><br/>Driving, now free of the innermost section of the city, she saw fewer and fewer undead. But Kallisto also knew that she needed to get her Ink Zone backpack in the backseat and fill it with food. Especially if she was going to be on the run to who-knows-where. Coming out of the outskirt suberbs, she saw a worn and somewhat tattered billboard on the right side of the road.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 32pt;">The</span></span>   <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: algerian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;">JOKER</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: helvetica;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">COFFEE SHOP</span></span></div><br/>Kallisto's fingers hugged the wheel a little bit tighter. The Joker Coffee Shop was a little cafe and side mart, originated in Penwell, Texas but was copied in Washington after the one in Penwell was abandoned. She knew a little about it because the manager had come to get the logo tattooed on the back of their shoulder. It was a smaller building, almost the size of your normal mom 'n pop shop. Cement block exterior and general architecture though served a good purpose. Perhaps it was still standing, or not breached. And if it had been breached by zombies, it could've have been many or by much. With it being so tough to get in beyond using the door, it might've even had survivors hiding out inside. Even better, is Kallisto knew there was food there. Maybe, just maybe, it'd be a good stronghold. Regardless, it was the target of Kallisto's first stop on the apocalyptic survival drive.