Larissa had locked herself into a convenience store when the infected started roaming the street. Although she wasn't fond of killing innocent people, the young woman realized what she had to do when the time came for her to step into survival. She had pulled up in her 2006 Ford Focus, ringing the bell for service on her vehicle. The only working employee at the time jogged out, giving her a wide smile. Although she could do maintenance on her car herself, she had to use her lack of left arm as an excuse to get him out there. When he lifted the hood, she started to make her way out of the vehicle. Her eyes caught sight of a staggering figure in the fog of the morning, and her hand hit the horn. The young man jumped, hitting his head on the sheet metal hood incredibly hard. Noticing it didn't knock him out, she swore underneath her breath and walked over, biting her lip. "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to." As she spoke, she reached up, grabbing the hood without him seeing. "It's alright, little lady. Just a bump." When he said that, the hood came down hard. She whimpered slightly when his body stopped all motion, half of it hidden beneath the metal she had brought down on him. They started getting closer when she looked, snagging the keys on the employee's belt. Jumping into her car quickly, she grabbed the pistol in her glovebox, then bolted for the store. 'I won't look back...' Her fingers fumbled for the keys, finally locking herself inside.