Who: Hayley and anyone! What: Thinking the coast is clear - and it's not (open log for Reaver madness, random encounters, whatever!) Where: Rainier Valley, at a series of shops/stores When: Thursday, around 3 pm Warnings: Violence and swearing is likely
It was a new day, a new opportunity to not get eaten by zombies. Wednesday was supposed to be Hayley's grocery shopping day, but she had gotten distracted by a stupid game on the internet and lost time before she realized where it had gone. By the time she had remembered that she was out of food, the reports came in of crazed people attacking civilians. Which was, of course, just perfect. She saved her last packet of Ramen for Thursday lunch, but she knew that was it. There was no more food in her apartment, nothing left for her. For a normal person, this might not have been too problematic - they'd be hungry, but survive. Hayley, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. She found herself suffering from the ill effects of hunger much faster and at a much greater magnitude than most. In a day, she'd be borderline useless.
So she suited up and decided to strike out in the early afternoon. She found a black hoodie at the bottom of her suitcase and threw it on, tying her curls back in a high ponytail. A rucksack would hold enough food for a few days, and that's all she'd need. She couldn't risk anything that occupied her hands. She put some money in the bag, though it was accompanied by her mask - just in case having it would be worth her while. Though it was cold, she wore a T-shirt beneath the sweatshirt and no scarf, her gloves tucked into her pockets. If any of those things came near her, she was going to be ready.
She crept out of the building quietly, hood up to partially conceal her face. The police weren't as concerned about this part of Seattle, that much was obvious. It suited her needs just fine. Adjusting the straps on her backpack, she walked at a brisk pace, eyes wide open and wary. There was a series of shops a few blocks down where she could stock up on groceries. If anyone was still there, they might get some money. If not, well. She wasn't about to leave these gruesome creatures a tip.
Rounding the corner, she looked both ways, heaving a small sigh of relief. So far, so good. She edged towards a shop, noting the broken glass of its storefront windows. Biting her lip, she curled her fingers into a fist. It felt strange, not having any gloves. Peering into the shop, she took a step inside. Broken glass and spilled produce littered the floor, and she didn't even want to think about what that sticky red stuff was that clung to her shoes. She walked carefully and quietly, reaching the non-perishables, and paused. The sound of clamoring could be heard outside, and it made her heart freeze in her chest. Taking a deep breath, she turned, prepared to face whatever was behind her - for better or worse.