[Syllanna X MidnaPhobia]
The warehouse store was empty, Lana was almost certain of it. Rhythmic creaking was just creepy, not a sign of walkers in the area. Still, she hoisted the car jack in her hands to a striking position as she moved forward. Normally, she wouldn't risk a chain store like this one, but her shoes were all but flapping and she needed new ones. After all, it would suck to be eaten by a walker just because her stupid shoes made her trip. Slowly, she entered and toed off her shoes once she was on the smooth marble floor. Yes, there was debris, but it wasn't enough to make her think she needed what little protection the shoes offered. Carefully, she made her way through the busted aisles and inched her way towards the clothing department.
Most of the racks were stripped of clothes, but some still had them. Perhaps they weren't in the proper size for the last survivors. Or maybe nobody else was stupid enough to risk chain stores in Altus, Oklahoma. She'd risk chain stores, but not in big towns. Big towns were dangerous and filled with reckless survivors and walkers en masse. Not a great place for skinny brunettes to hang out. Shaking her head, she rounded the aisle and began rustling through the shoe boxes for her size. Her first mistake was getting caught up in the shoes as though the world hadn't ended. Many were cute, but not practical. Her second mistake was noticing the noise when it was already almost on top of her.
The quiet feet on marble floor. Someone else was here. She rose and took a step, wincing as she realized she'd been trying on those cute red heels with the straps that made her feet look amazing, but also made a sharp noise on the floor. Nothing she could do about it now. She stood at the end of the aisle, tire iron raised, and waited as the person grew nearer, unsure whether she should be praying for a live one or a walker. Her heart began to race and when the person began to round the corner, she swung, aiming low at about the stomach level.
Name: Lana Lang
Weight: A lady never tells. [140 pounds]
Physical description: Lana is short, tanned and wears her brown hair in a bun. Her eyes are brown and she has a thin figure, no real curves to her. She's 22 but looks like she's 17 and dislikes being called short, even though she's 5' 6" without shoes.
Equipment: Pack with metal pipes, plastic, some gummy looking stuff, wires and a toolkit that adds at least 10 pounds to her. Some trailmix she refreshes at every chance, a water skin and a small bottle of iodine. For weapons, she has only a car jack which she wields effectively when she must. And by effectively, I mean ruthlessly. The most martial training she has came from a self-defense course on her college campus and she's more used to the car jack as a tool than a weapon, but at least she's used to the weight of the thing. Tiny she may be, but the apocalypse has a way of whipping people into shape.