littlelilydove (littlelilydove) wrote in cruelestmonths, @ 2012-06-04 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | dominic, week 1 |
Who: Liliah and Dominic
What: Getting Maps and Ammo
Where: Police Department
When: June 2nd, mid-morning.
Rating: Probably low, possible cursing.
Status: Incomplete
Liliah slid the key to her bike into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled the gun out of the holster she kept at her back. It was your basic 9mm handgun, standard issue for police officers. That’s where she had got it from, anyway, which was why she was making her way into the police station to begin with. She wasn’t exactly in the know with guns and their ammunition, she knew enough to load it and shoot it, so instead of searching through the gun shop down the way she figured she would hit up the police station. Plus, they had gridded maps of the county, and that would make it easier on her to divide and conquer in her search from her sister. She needed to be able to keep track or it would just be wasting time. Walking into the station with the gun pointed towards the ground, grip tight on it, she was careful to take in her surroundings. Not that there were a bunch people roaming around or anything, but you could never be too careful. Plus, it wasn’t just people you have to watch out for.
Making her way into the main lobby, she jumped over the counter and into workstations, where desks were lined up. It was weird seeing the pictures and the personal touches, knowing that all of those people were dead. Their smiling faces and their things spread out, like they all thought they were going to come back. Which, they all had. At least in the beginning. The back wall was lined with maps of the city, and there were drawers full of smaller versions. Slipping her gun back into the holster, pulling her shirt back over it out of habit, she opened one and started digging through it.