19:00
August 15th, 2017

Overcast weather always depressed Triss. It was grey and ugly to look at, it was way too quiet and it always looked like it was going to rain. She trudged on through the soft ground, about a hundred feet from a main road. She was trying to play it stealthily and walking on the road, while it may have been easier, made her way more visible than she was comfortable with. Her baseball bat was rested on her shoulder, bouncing lightly with each step she took. She paused a moment, looking up ahead of her seeing a sparse covering of trees and open fields. Further on stood a small building, a gas station by the looks of it. She smirked to herself, the prospect of food and gasoline running through her mind. She continued on until she was just about three hundred feet from it, watching it from a distance to check for any reanimates.

After a good hour, she lost her patience and excitement took over. She began a quiet approach, her footsteps near silent as she slowly rolled her feet as she walked, a trick her father had taught her just after they had left their home. The grass brushed lightly against her body, making a small amount of noise, comparable to the wind blowing across an open field. She stopped in the ditch, unstrapping the guitar and laying it on dry ground, not wanting it to alert any nearby reanimates or people. She'd come back for it later.

Crossing the road made her nervous. It was so open, so visible. She could be seen a mile in either direction while she was on it, so she had to be quick. Adrenaline pumped through her system as she readied herself to cross. Her mind raced, both excited by the good find and scared that she may be making a huge mistake. She gave in and sprinted across the street, diving into the ditch with a quiet thud into the grass. She wanted to scream as she landed on her injured shoulder but she covered her mouth and dug her nails into her leg, trying to slow down her breathing for a minute.

After letting her shoulder calm down, she peeked up over the edge of the ditch, just enough to see her surroundings. Three cars were in the otherwise empty parking lot. She'd check those first. She looked across to the pumps, curious if they'd still work. That'd be her next stop, leaving the building for last. She ducked back down, clutching her baseball bat tightly before crawling slowly out of the ditch. She snuck over to the first car, a red sedan. She peeked in the windows and tried the door handle, which to her surprise was unlocked and showed it with a reassuring click from the latch. Looking around, she'd found a road map in the back of the passenger seat along with a few dollars in change underneath and a fork laying on the backseat. She bit her lip, slightly disappointed by the results of the first vehicle. However, she noted, it was unlocked and to top it off she still hadn't checked the trunk. She reached into the front seat, pulling the latch to open the trunk before exiting the car, closing the door as gently as possible. Opening up the trunk, she was rewarded with two road flares and a wrench. She tucked the flares in her bag, deciding to leave the wrench as it was just dead weight for minimal benefit.

Sneaking over to the next car, Triss found it locked and wasn't tempted to break in. The noise would surely attract others right to her and she didn't want to take that chance and wind up dead for a potential treasure trove of goodies. She had the building for that. She sprinted to the last car and was disheartened to find it locked as well. Time for stop number two, the pumps. Keeping her steps quiet, she wandered over to the one that looked in the best condition -which wasn't that great anyway- and hit the button to pump before grabbing the nozzle. "Here goes nothing." she thought to herself, squeezing the trigger. A few drops was her only reward and she decided to give up on the pumps completely as darkness began to set in.

Bat clutched tightly in her hand, she approached her final destination. The main building. Looking around, she saw that the door was ajar and a single light flickered inside. She'd investigate after clearing the building of reanimates, if any. She stepped inside, her bat raised and ready to strike. 

(I'm gonna leave it here for you [@Tomahawk] if/when you want to RP out your portion.)