Lisa found that she was uninjured save for her twisted arm, bruised hip, and headache from her earlier fall. She decided she would wait things out in the car for a while before trying to make her way back to the University. Hopefully her friends weren't too worried, and would be there when she returned.
Oh gods. What if I'm all alone in this? What if I never find them again? What if...She rolled over in the seat, effectively covering her business-wear in someone else's blood. She didn't care. She wasn't crying about her clothes, she was crying about everything else.
The sobs racked her body and she heaved breaths in and out as the tears poured down her face. She clenched her body with her arms, and pulled her legs in as close to her body as possible. This moment was worthy of a good fetal-position cry.
Wiping her bleary, tear-ridden eyes, she noticed that she had a few guests waiting outside her door. They were watching her. They were infected.
She instinctively hid herself, ducking below the seat. Her face thudded against a small box. She grabbed it and found that it was a box of 24
.
//from rolling a 3, highway scavenge//
If only there was a gun to go with these, I might stand a chance of getting out of here. She thought, disappointed in her find, but shoves the bullets in her duffel.
The idea occurred to her to see if the car could run. It was a long shot, but it could get her away from these zombies waiting for her.
She climbed into the driver's seat, trying her best to ignore the pounding of the men outside the window.
No keys. Figures.She had almost resigned herself to death in the car when she thought to check the glovebox.
When she opened it, she squeeled with glee at the sight of two
s waiting for her. No keys, though, but this, she thought, would do.
She quickly loaded both of the guns, 6 bullets in each, and steadied her breathing.
Rain began to pitter-patter across the windshield, and she could hear the calming sound on the roof above her. She could almost close her eyes and believe the zombies pounding could just be hail falling.
She readied herself for battle and shoved her duffel bag back across her uninjured shoulder. She grabbed both guns and opened the door, shoving it as hard as possible and kicking it fully open, toppling over the homeless man that had been pounding on it.
She readied to fire at him, and realized the safeties were left on.
"SHIT!" frustrated, she let out the shout, turned off the safeties and unloaded 2 shots on the man, downing him.
She turned and double-wielding like a western hero, she took out two more. It only took her 5 bullets to take everyone out by the end of it.
She started moving down the line of cars, shaking and hurting. The rain was falling on her and she began to shiver. She needed shelter, and fast.
She saw an alleyway and ducked into it, the awning from a bakery providing her with a refuge from the rain. She stood there for a moment, disbelief of her luck in finding these guns, in making it out of there alive.
She saw a cardboard box, collapsed with a musty blanket on it.
This must have been where the homeless man lived.On the dumpster beside his 'bed' was a
that seemed perfectly fine. She chuckled. It was a duster, straight out of the wild wild west. She pulled it on, relishing in the warmth, only slightly disturbed by the smell.
The blanket, however, she would not be touching. It was obviously infested and pissed on. She cringed and walked away, her duster trench-coat flowing behind her, her work heels clicking against the cement.
The coat seemed to give her an air of confidence. She felt strong in it. Daring.
When she came upon a store, lit with candles in the early dawn, she decided to see who was there. It was obviously a survivor. There were men with guns outside, and she proceeded with caution.
///Lisa moves to Location: Grocery///
ROLL A ONE // You grow delirious in the heat, worsened by the reflective metals of the stifling automobiles. You develop a special emotional connection with a rock. You name it. You take it for a walk down the street. It runs away, the end.
ROLL A TWO // You open the door of an SUV to find a troop of Girl Scouts inside.... all infected. They pour out into the streets with their bloody scout badges glinting in the sunlight. If you can fight off all 6 of them, their box of 7 
bars and 1 
are yours to keep. If not... you had better run, those girls are ruthless.
ROLL A THREE // You find 1 
on top of a suitcase, which you can't get open.
ROLL A FOUR // You discover a survivor that has been badly beaten and left as bait to distract zombies by a rival group. You may either A) SACRIFICE the human bait and not suffer any zombie consequences from scavenge for 3 days, or B) RESCUE the poor soul and fight off 2 zombies. If you rescue him, he will give you 1 
for future injuries and 1 
to guide you.
, and a bottle of 
.... suggested to be used separately.
and pop one right away. You become addicted to the sensation and need one pill every day for 4 more days. (automatic inventory deduction, just RP the addiction)
(1) 
(1/2) 
(1) 
(2) 
(1) 
(1) 
(3) 
(1) 
(1) 
(1) 
(1) 
(1) 
(1) 
(1) 
(*6)
(1) 
(1)