Stumbling over, her hair sticking out, usually pristine la coat splattered with pink guts, Dr.Hilda finally managed to reach shoppin's. Falling down on her knees she caught her breath, having avoided any physical exertions for so long it had left her extremely unfit, even for running over the district whilst beating off rabid Fleas. She knew she shouldn't have given up gym class.<br/><br/>Looking up she saw a large military man shouting orders at various people in the distance. He seemed to be in charge of the ragged group and so she decided to wait at the store until they arrived. "Do you sink they vill vant your help Hilda?" she asked herself, a habit se had developed after living alone for so long. "Yah! Vy not? You are ze only one wis de knowledge of dese creatures." Yes, she could always count on herself for reassurance, she was dependable like that. Opening up the store she scratched her head in puzzlement at the cans lining the aisles. She supposed it would be an idea to collect a store of food for people. Turning back she saw the large army man running towards the store she she panicked for a moment. "Gah!" she cried out and hid behind a cash register.