Who Vivian and Elli When: October 31st, late afternoon Where NY Public Library What: Trying to get some help
The word of mouth was that City Hall needed some more medical supplies. From what Vivian had heard, The NY Public Library was an ideal place to score some basic medal supplies. They had quite enough to share and Vivian decided to go on her own and visit the library. She knew it was foolish with only a machete and her speed, but she almost wanted to prove to others she was capable of handling herself by her lonesome. Just a piece of cake, right? Not so much. It felt like she took sanctuary every ten minutes. Runners dashed about and the shufflers were in somewhat high numbers.
She often passed some shot undead and had a minute of admiration for those who could use firearms and shoot with such precision. Maybe one day she could learn how to shoot well enough to hopefully get someone in the neck and two shots later, maybe nail one in the head. It was a careless hope, really. Those who had guns were best using them, not offering them to people who had no experience.
A half days trip felt like an eternity and when she was cleared to go inside the library, she marveled at it for a moment before she began to ask about the medical supplies. She got the cold shoulder, the vibe easily picked up that no one wanted to share. "Please, there are some mild injuries that need to be taken care of. Just one medical kit should be enough." She kept trying to gain ones attention, but they passed her as if she were merely a ghost.
Aisle by aisle she searched for someone but eventually rest her back in the history session and folded her arms. "Assholes" she muttered. If she could find the stash and steal some medical goods, she would. But part of her felt guilty if she would resort to such an act,