From what she can tell, this particular gas station has been stripped of just about everything, even the back room has been stripped bare. Sighing, she looks deeper in one of the fridges, that were once full of drinks, and spies a bottle of water right at the back.<br/><br/>Smiling, she reaches in and snags it. "Looks like your it, all that the hordes havnt touched", she says, then opens it up and drinks from it.The water was still good, it was just the plastic that had a use by date, after all. Leaving the now empty gas station,she kept a ready eye out and her finger on the trigger of her crossbow pistol.<br/><br/>Glancing down at the map after finishing the water, she puts the empty bottle in her bag, then stops as she hears low voices ahead, two, maybe three of them, she cant tell.<br/><br/>"Hmm, do they want what I have, or are they friendly.Better to shoot first, to be safer is better than sorry",she says to herself,words that have kept her alive so far, then puts away her crossbow pistol and unslings her M16A2. Checking it, she chambers a round, then holds onto it and steps out onto the street again.<br/><br/>Inching closer,she walks as she was trained to, slow and pacing herself, ready to shoot at anything that threatened her person. Stepping into the doorway of the corner store, she sweeps the open area with her weapon, but doesnt fire.No sense wasting bullets or making enemies unnecessarily.<br/><br/>"Well, this is a sight, all thats missing is some music, condoms, some jocks and a keg and we have a party going", she says cheerfully and lowers the barrel of her weapon, but keeps it in her hand in case any of them decide that they prefer her dead.