Trianna was quietly making her way through a forest, the legs of her jeans whispering against each other as she goes over a broken tree or a gnarly root. Her jean jacket, fitted with steel plates over it in a way to create modern day plate mail, clanked slightly every now and then. Her jeans had gotten the same treatment, but she'd done a better job of attaching padding to the areas where things would rub and hit each other.
Across her back was her bow, at her hip was her quiver of barbed arrows, and on her lower thigh was a small bandolier of hunting knives. She was wearing steel toed combat boots, too. Durable, and fitted to be stealthy. She'd gotten lucky with those.
She had a similar bandolier across her chest, holding grenades - for emergencies.
Holding the quiver of arrows was a utility belt, which had loops to hang pockets and pouches from, in which was pain meds, vitamins, tampons, and a .45 magnum with one bullet in the chamber. For herself, of course.
The bow was being held where it was by a heavy duty hiking bag, fillied with other things: clothes and changes of bras and panties. Food she'd scavenged. Gas mask with extra filters. Wire cutters. Things like that.
Across her face was a fitted mask that she'd made herself. It was mainly to protect her identity.
She had a scarf around her neck, to protect that from any attacks as well.
She'd cut her way past a chain link fence a little bit ago and was currently tracking the smell of blood - definitely no from an infected, but maybe a potential rival for supplies anyways.
She heard voices talking and paused, pulling out her bow and an arrow before moving forward further.
From what they were talking about, they were in an old store, still holding some supplies from before the infection.
So she stops and listens, determining there wasn't anything of worth, and sighs, standing up.
She kept the bow and arrow out, but she realizes the voices were moving away from the store.
Curious, she follows them to a bunker. Strange, I didn't think there were people who would prepare for things like this. But it's helpful.
She opens the doors to the bunker easily - there was a pickable lock, quite simple actually - and slips inside noiselessly.
She finds the pair talking.
She faces towards them.
"Sorry for intruding." she says dryly.
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