She let out a shuddering sigh and pulled her arm away from Liz, glad that it was over with. Keeping her hand on her arm she turned to looked around. "So, why did you want to meet up at the warehouse? Couldn't we have just met at the apartments?" She asked, turning to look at her new what she would consider house mother. "Because I'm rather anxious to see the place I'd be staying at. Though, I can't really complain. Eh, just forgot I said anything. Sorry." She continued before walking into the warehouse to look around. Surprisingly, there was a good deal of supplies laying around in the warehouse. It was all very neatly organized too. How it managed to go untouched, Lily'd never know. Something told her it had been protected very, very well.
Her eyes narrowed once again. And now that she had her hands in it, she'd make sure that continued. There weren't many people to be afraid of but after the disaster a lot of animals went ape shit, attacking those few survivors that made it out. She'd been fortunate to have someone to teach her how to shoot when she was little. Her father had always been an avid gun man and when Lily was old enough, he put a gun in her hands and told her to shoot. From the disaster on, she'd used both of her dad's guns to fight whatever animals came her way. She had to be careful though, ammo wasn't common. She had to search for it. Back on her motorcycle down the road a bit, she had several bags of ammo. Finally she had a place to store it. Her eyes widened and her stance straighten as a thought came to mind. What sort of ammo did they have here? With a smile on her face, she began searching the room for any boxes that might contain ammo for her guns, or any other gun for that matter.
Her eyes narrowed once again. And now that she had her hands in it, she'd make sure that continued. There weren't many people to be afraid of but after the disaster a lot of animals went ape shit, attacking those few survivors that made it out. She'd been fortunate to have someone to teach her how to shoot when she was little. Her father had always been an avid gun man and when Lily was old enough, he put a gun in her hands and told her to shoot. From the disaster on, she'd used both of her dad's guns to fight whatever animals came her way. She had to be careful though, ammo wasn't common. She had to search for it. Back on her motorcycle down the road a bit, she had several bags of ammo. Finally she had a place to store it. Her eyes widened and her stance straighten as a thought came to mind. What sort of ammo did they have here? With a smile on her face, she began searching the room for any boxes that might contain ammo for her guns, or any other gun for that matter.
