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Leaning against an alleyway wall, she pressed a palm to her chest, as if trying to calm her racing heart. She didn't know how long she had run, using alleyways to try and avoid both the bandits and the dead. Tugging her bag off her shoulder, she reached down to grab a bottle of water, taking a small sip from the bottle.

Maxine had to learn the hard way that water was a very hard resource to come by. And I don't mean just any water, but fresh and [i]disease-free[/i] water. She was only lucky to have found this bottle after ransacking a sleeping survivor's bag a few nights ago, which she still felt guilty over. But, you do what you have to do to survive, right?

[b]"You a bandit?"[/b]

Inhaling sharply, Maxine froze up in her spot, exactly like how she had done in the house she escaped. She listened carefully as two men talked in another alley some paces to her right. She didn't know whether she should approach or not. While part of her wanted to think that finding two other survivors was a good thing, she didn't want to end up in a worse situation than she's already facing.

Deciding against meeting the two possible bandits in the other alley, Maxine carefully tried slipping her bottle of water back into her bag. It would've worked, if only she hadn't squeezed the plastic too hard with her shaky hands. The resulting crackling from the bottle almost felt [i]too[/i] loud in the alley, the girl cursing her luck. 

[color=8882be]"Crap."[/color]

Seemed like fate wanted to fuck with her even more.

In preparation for any hostile situation, Maxine grabbed her knife, holding onto the blade tightly with a shaking hand, the other trying to keep her bag of scavenged goods away from the possible bandits' vision.