Standing on the horizon, Alicia watch dust being kicked up, too much for one vehicle. She slid into the front seat of her own Black H2 and put it in drive, heading towards the dirt. Her mp3 player blasted Bullet For My Valentine song, helping her prep for the up coming encounter. The problem with living is post apocolyptia was not just zombies, but humans as well.<br/><br/>As she came closer to the actually location she watched the Shelby GT500 pull out and couldn't help but smile. That had been her dream court... well in a sorts. A 67.5 Shelby GT to be exact. Her smile froze as she watch a yellow flare drop from his window, onto the grounds of the gas station. Right after it's departure came that of a motorcycle. An RV was parked outside as well. There were too many people here. And the bastard in the car had basically condemned them all to death. She shad no choice but to slam on breaks watching as the explosion rocked the ground and the buildings next to it. No doubt about it, the noise would attrack any zombies in the area. leaving her car on she jumped out and slammed the door.<br/><br/>5'6, short brown hair hidden by a black fedora. She wore a black leather jacket and had a Benalli 84 slung over her shoulder. She checked and loaded it, slipping it a special holster on her back and making sure all her extra ammo was packed. She walked away, looking back at the truck. To do her double checks. The wasn't worried so much about it being stolen. If some one did try to hot wire the car the fuel tank would drop out, a present from an old friend. No, it was more caution than anything. Couldn't have too much in the world they lived in.<br/><br/>She rushed into the building her gun pointed at the two still inside. "Friend or Foe?" She asked. Not really that she had time, but she had no use for helping someone who would turn around and kill her later.<br/>