Reading was one of Miriam's favorite pastimes, but it did have its disadvantages: For example, she hadn't shifted her position for roughly two hours, and her right leg was definitely asleep. She'd only really noticed this once she read the last sentence of the book, which was something about human evolution, and put it down. Although it was a good read she was eager to get up and stretch. Shuddering at the pins and needles shooting through her leg, she threw on a baggy jacket and a hat she'd tried knitting awhile ago (it was ugly, but it was also functional) as well as her backpack and headed outside the small shack that she called home. 
The woman yawned and cast her gaze around Sanctuary. With a small twinge, she wished her parents could have made it here with her, that fate could have played out differently. She was quick to shake this thought from her head with a stern mental reminder: [i]You should be grateful to have made it this far. They'd be proud. Maybe they are, if the afterlife is real.[/i] With this thought lingering in her mind, Miriam wandered toward the Northern guard post, which was the nearest one to her small abode. She decided that it wouldn't hurt to check that they were alright medically, and she had some food in her backpack that she didn't want.