Heather picked up a small leaf. A pair of scissors in her hand, she was crouched a couple feet away from her convertible Mini Cooper. She never did like the car, but her parents gave it to her two years ago and she didn't exactly have enough money to buy herself a new one. Plus, as small and silly as it looked to some people, it worked and ran quite well. That's all she really needed up until now.

Flipping her hair off of her shoulders and behind her back, Heather stood up with the leaf, and raised it to the sun. Examining it carefully, she shook her head, and then threw it on the ground. "Not the one..." she muttered to herself, and turned around. She placed her hands on her hips and frowned a bit, as if trying to remember what she had to do next. [i]That's right![/i] Heather remembered, clapping her hands together once as the thought came back to her. [i] The university![/i]

Heather walked back to the car after straightening her beige sweatshirt, and sat down in the driver's seat. Her backpack filled with items was thrown onto the passenger's seat, and a large softball bat was in the back. In the trunk, two cans of gas rested in the corner, secured by two small ropes. All she had left food-wise was a sandwich, and the fear of starvation plagued her many times per day as she hadn't yet found a place where she could find food. Every place she tried was already looted.

As she turned on her car, her mind began to drift. Who would she meet there? Certainly not her sister, no. Her sister was dead- that much Heather was sure of. Her sister, Maria, was the one to cry at the death of a caterpillar. She was also very paranoid, a trait that ran in the family. Heather, being a very curious and risk-taking person, was fortunate enough not to acquire that trait. She had seen what kind of mental toll it had on her mother and her sister. Both had mental issues of their own. 

Heather pictured her sister on the day the outbreak happened. She imagined Maria turned on the news, like she usually did, only to find out the world was ending. Heather knew Maria would stay in her cottage house, for she thought it was the safest place. Plus, there was a lake, and if she got in trouble there would always be the option to head out into the water. But despite all the escape options, Maria would panic, and either make a fatal mistake, costing her her life, or she would commit suicide from the pressure.

Heather shook at the thought of the latter option. That couldn't happen, could it? Heather gripped the steering wheel tighter and held back tears of anger. She wasn't angry at anybody in particular, but rather at the situation. Why? How? Questions flew through Heather's mind like vicious clouds until she reached her destination.

Heather parked behind another building, and she would have to walk a bit before she reached the front doors. She figured it might be a bit dangerous to leave her car back there, but she didn't want any possible survivors to steal it. As she rounded the corner, she saw people at the door, waiting to get inside. Tilting her head, she slowly approached and stopped way before the steps to the entrance. She debated whether or not to come close, but while she thought, something caught her eye.

She darted off to the side, and immediately crouched down on the ground. Grabbing her scissors out of her pocket, she swiftly cut a small leaf off of the ground. "Lemon Balm!" she exclaimed, and recited its treatments in her head. It helped with anxiety, insomnia, wounds, and upset stomachs. Perfect if anything were to go wrong. She opened up her bag, and took out a big binder, containing pages with pockets for various herbs. She flipped to the L page and placed her lemon balm in her binder, and then quickly put the binder back in her bag. Pleased with her harvest, she stood up, and then paused. She had yelled that last exclamation quite loudly.