"Which fucking house did I leave it at?" she growled out. She stomped towards the store once again, trying to remember the steps she took.

Outside the trashed building, she started to take the normal route she usually did. Around where she thought she too off into the dark, she went off the road into the spaces between houses. Taking turns and twist this way and that, she wound up at the road she ran across. She stormed across, grumbling to herself.

"Stupid motherfucking scavengers all up in my motherfucking business making me leave my motherfucking backpack in a motherfucking hiding place that I can't motherfucking find." She located the shot up wooden fence. The bullets had ripped pieces away violently, leaving jagged bits sticking out.

She cautiously stepped through, careful to not snag anything. She jogged through the yard before crossing the street. It has to be around here somewhere. She found the trash cans, rummaging around for her bag. She almost sighed in relief when she found it, fully intact.

She hulled it over her shoulders. I'm going to take this back to my place before finding out what the scavengers were hiding in that room. She trekked her way over the expanse, keeping her gun resting tightly in her arms. She scanned her surrounding thoroughly as she went. Turning on to Jazbay street, she walked past four houses; her eyes did not once stray from the house she had taken residence in.

Her house, like the rest, had peeling siding. Vines grew as nature took over the structure. It didn't help the conditions of the houses considering she was on the poorer side of town. But, poorer side meant smaller houses which meant easier to guard.

She entered through the front door, taking in the small surroundings. It wasn't the cleanest space, but it threw people off her trail. At the first level, there was a small living room, kitchen, dining room, and bathroom. The floor plan was open, and made it easy to see if others had invaded her house.

She trudged up the stained, carpeted stairs. Upstairs, there were two bedrooms with a bathroom shared between, creating a Jack and Jill layout. One of the rooms was left unused; a single mattress surrounded by fallen flakes from the ceiling. The other room was in slightly better condition. It also just had a mattress on the floor, but the ceiling hadn't peeled off onto the floor. In the corner was a large book shelf, which was where she stashed her newly found treasures from her runs.

She unzipped her book bag as she knelt in front of the case. She started unloading the items she had picked up from her previous run, storing them next to older finds. When she finished, she rolled back onto to her heels, standing up.  She zipped up the bag back up during the process. She slung it over her shoulders once again, grabbing a hammer she had looted at one point. She spun it around a few times as she left the room before tucking it into her belt loop.

The warehouse they had held her up in was about a mile walk away in the more industrial part of town. It didn't take her long to get there. She raised her gun as she stepped onto the same street as the building. Since her last time there, she didn't know if the Blights had found their way into the massacre or not.

She stepped in through the front door cringing as the heavy door's hinges screeched with warning. Her nose wrinkled in disgust when the sudden acrid, putrid stench invaded the air and her senses. By now, she had grown close to immune to the scent of rotting corpses. She wasn't confused by the sudden rotting of the bodies over night; she knew Blights had been there. What really worried her was if they were still there. She stilled, listening for the raspy breathing usually associated with the mutants. Raising her gun slightly, she aimed it down the hall.

When nothing was heard, she crept her way down the hall. When the room opened up into the area with the campfire, she quickly scanned the corners with her gun. When everything was clear, she turned to the mess presented in front of her.

The four scavengers in front of her were now mutilated beyond recognition. All four of them had similar cases. Their stomachs were ripped into the open, the skin folding over itself as the entrails spilled themselves over. Maggots crawled over the half eaten flesh, and flies danced around the corpses. The one closest two her had an eyeball ripped from its socket, the veins still attached to the inside of the skull.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in through her mouth. She let it out through her nose before opening her eyes and continuing back towards the room they kept her in.

Entering the room outside, she winced at the sight of the man she choked to death. Something had moved his body. Now, a large shard of glass was embedded in through his neck. The wound seeped out what was left of the blood inside, coating the piece in scarlet red. The body was slumped down, only held up by the impaled neck. Next to the body, on a longer piece of left over glass, was the decapitated head of one of the look outs. The head stood up right, the glazed over eyes showing. The mouth hung open slightly, barely seen behind the blood soaked facial hair.

He nose wrinkled at the sight. She had never seen a Blight do something as intelligent as that before, but she wouldn't put it past the unpredictable mutants to do something out of the ordinary. She stepped around the half wall towards the locked door.

Approaching it, she gave the doorknob a twist, not surprised to see it wouldn't turn. She sighed in irritation before yanking the hammer out of her belt loop. She brought the hammer behind her head before slamming down on the door knob. The metal bowed under the impact, and she continued to hammer away at the knob until it was beyond repair. The lock broke along with the door knob, and she tugged away the tool before grabbing her gun.

She gently pushed the door open, glancing around inside. She was disappointed to find it mostly bare aside from the two metal shelving units. One had a few boxes half way full of cartridges of ammo that she snagged up. The other side was completely empty.

In between the two shelves was another door. This one was solid metal with no window what-so-ever to see the other side.

She reached out, jostled the door's handle to see if it was locked. At the sound of the lock making noise, there was a suddenly snarling on the other side of the door. The barrier shook violently as something continued to ram into the structure.

"Well fuck that. Hell no," she stated, turning on her heels and leaving. She wasn't willing to risk her life to see what was behind that door goods wise. She marched out the door, heading towards her dwellings once again. The sun was setting, causing hues from red to yellow to cast and illuminate all the structures around her. Another day accomplished. How much long can I take not having a purpose?