Angela walked slowly into the city, she kept her green eyes opened and scanning for any of the Rotters. The blond haired lass knew she was a stranger than normal sight. Across her back was a quiver filled with many different types of arrows, most were manufactured arrows that she had scavenged, however there were a few that were hand made. It was these that she used mostly. Spotting a Rotter shambling down an alley way towards her and the street she drew and released the arrow she had notched. The only sound made was a near silent 'Thwip'. As the arrow planted itself in the Zombie's forehead she ran forward as it fell, cursing as she wasn't fast enough to catch it or even to knock it so it'd land on its back. Instead the damned undead fell face down, snapping the arrow. "Damn...s'nother one I have to replace..." Sighing she headed further into the city.<br/><br/>Choosing almost randomly she entered a bar, noticing the two bikers and the girl with a shovel, she glanced at them briefly before sitting off to the side, plopping down her medic bag, its red cross plain as day. She set her bow near her and removed her quiver and setting it down near her bow. she left her pistol on her hip, she hated to use that. She plucked a little at her once white blouse, and frowning at her blood encrusted black pants. She needed a bath and a good change of clothes.