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(Adah)Adah inched her way around the buildings, only taking quick quick glances around the corner to confirm the crowd was still braying for Levi's blood. She had decided to take her time in her slow forward progression-- and she found the lyrics 'Racing against sunbeams' to be particularly apt to her current situation, her caution in moving from building to builging had cost her daylight. Hell, she'd even administered a type of soma to Levi-- and she'd even drank more of her liquor to numb the pain of... everything. She couldn't lie to herself about that, nor could she lie that she was prepared to go steal some more.
She opted to put her long hair in a more practical pony-tail before hopping the fence. She proceded to follow a back alley and pushed her way through a light underbrush onto passion-- what a name for a street-- and from there cut onto 10th street. It was eerie-- at this time of day, streets like these shouldn't have been empty-- this was a busy urban area, she had seen a few schools before becoming marooned on a roof, restaurants, shops... There was plenty here , pre or post-apocalypse. There should be more people here.
Adah pulled her rifle to a resting position as she made her way along the sidewalk. She knew this wasn't a major metropolitan area-- the garbled radio she had managed to hear spoke of LA and Sacremento as places people should flee. The open doors of the homes to her right showed that indeed, most of the populace had probably fled, either to the cities or higher ground. But that just meant that a place like this-- some resources, not many infected, plenty of places to hole up-- would be where... she supposed it'd be where people like her ended up. But why weren't there more?
She cut across the street once she saw the sign of the Ramona Sentinel. Apparently this town had been around since the 1800's, otherwise the sentinel's boasting being around since 1886 was a big fat lie. She could only assume someone might have come here for refuge after the attack, if they were really as important to the community as they seemed to think they were.
"Hello?" She knocked on the door with her gun, "Coming in, I guess..." Adah pushed the front door open with her gun, pulling out her iphone flashlight to illuminate the darkened interior. Either power was already out or someone had cut the fuses-- because try as she might, she couldn't find a functioning light, or, honestly, anything of functional use.
That wasn't entirely true! She had found a map of the town, which she figured might come in handy, knowing where all the restaurants and gas stations might be useful for quick food. The supermarkets would be overrun-- restaurants had supply closets of food people wouldn't immediately think to raid, and gas-stations...
Well... They'd be prime targets, too, actually. But all the suppliers she knew worked at gas stations, maybe she could find a stash? Honestly, she'd settle for some prescribed spliff at this point.
Adah was finishing a final sweep of the newspaper offices when she stopped dead in her tracks in front of a room she either hadn't thought to check, or hadn't even noticed the first few times. The editors office had a fogged glass door, and the simple words "editor-in-chief, Justin Daniels" inscribed in simple black font. It was an inconspicuous room, but as the song she had been listening to ended, she swore she could hear it, coming from just behind the glass.
Slight as it was, she could hear sobbing.
