Rae almost couldn't remember the last time she had been elbow-deep in garland. She'd always been something of a holiday freak… decorating was always one of her favorite things about holidays. She used to have her own huge box of decorations in her parents attic, and she was always in charge of any and all holiday décor. This would be a nice change, and maybe it would bring about the same kind of general attitude change for those around her. Grand Central was filled with Carnegie refugees after all, and if her own mood was any indication, a lot of them needed the pick-me-up.
She started stuffing the garland into the bag when she heard a pair of clicks and heard a voice from behind her. Jumping, she whirled around and dropped the armful of garland to raise her hands in the air. "Don't shoot me, please!" she begged. "I'm not one of those… I'm not an infected!"
It was about that moment that she realized that the woman holding the gun was smiling… no, she was laughing. She wasn't sure if it was a joke or what was going on, but when you were staring down the barrels of a pair of pistols, well… you didn't take any chances. Either way, she wasn't just going to roll over and let this woman shoot her. "What's with the smile?"