Despite everything, a young woman was determined to not let it devastate her life. She would learn to adapt and live in this new lonely world. Phoebe took a deep breath and dashed across the street. Once on the other side, she leaned against a wall with her gun in hand. At first doing this every day was exhausting, but she got used to traveling like that. Always looking over her shoulder. Inside her thick Jacket a young baboon clung to her. His mother had died a few months ago and had no choice but to care for it. However, she had things to take care of. Her only choice was to bring him along. It wasn't a burden. In fact it was comforting to know that there was other life besides her own. There was a gasoline station a couple of blocks away and she needed some more supplies.