Who: Anna Milton and Open. What:No city is complete without a means of defense. Therefore, weapons are the order of the day. Your character finds a small stockpile of firearms and other 'tools of the trade'. Ammunition is scarce, however. Use it wisely. When: Late evening. Where: In a building that looked like it was probably an old Police Station Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
To look around the city and know that everyone who lived here, or out there, was dead, or turned into some horrific monster was heartbreaking. She'd like to know the real story, in complete detail, as to what happened, and not just what the screen at the arrival center played for people. When you were trapped in a destroyed city, with no point in going outside, no need to eat and no need to sleep, you found yourself wondering, a lot. Standing on the steps of a rather large building, Anna looked up past the door, where she could just see the outline of letters that had once been there, indicating that this was an old police station. Well, why not?
The Angel moved to the door, and pushed it open, finding it wasn't locked. No need for security when the world was ending, it seemed. Anna entered the building, obviously it hadn't been walked through in a while. There was layers of dust and rubble on the floor, no one had come in here yet. Curious, she headed past the area that was usually left for people off the streets to sit an wait, and moved further in. She walked past desks, and offices, and even took a peek inside the cells.
For a little while she read old files in the cabinets, seeing who use to work here, or who was being held here. She was about to turn away when another door caught her eyes. It wasn't toward the cells, but it looked like a pretty secure door to her. Anna walked toward it, and as she did, the metal doors blew open, the steel slamming back against the wall. Entering the dark room, she looked around. The lack of any real light wasn't really an issue to her. There wasn't much in there, except big, black cases. Many of them, on the floor.
Bending down, Anna flicked open the locks, and pushed open the lid. Guns. One pale hand ran over the weapons stashed infront of her. She'd found a weapon supply. But what did she need them for? She didn't. What to do with them now?