[b]Scarlett - Baton Rouge[/b]

Scarlett smiled as Liam began to wake up. He reminded her so much of what she missed back at home. She shrugged slightly at his question and turned to walk over to her make shift bed. "I don't exactly know what the practice with consist of, but I do know you'll be dealing with guns." She shrugged on her hoodie and turned back around to face the door, grabbing her blade and her gun before placing them in their usual spots; the gun on her back, held by her belt and the blade sheathed and hanging by her hip. "I'll see you later though. I'll be back before you know it." She smiled at the young boy and waved at him before exiting the room. 

She didn't really look around or take notice of anyone in the hallway; not really being in the mood to talk more than what was necessary. She was on a mission to go find certain supplies and usually what she put her mind to, she always accomplished it. 

She had chosen the most discrete way of exiting the hotel, through the back, and went about her way down the alley. In a way, the eerie feeling of the empty streets were comforting. She didn't want to deal with the walkers stench, nor putrid liquids that came out of them when she drove her blade through their skulls. Yet it was still weird, seeing a city so dead. As she crossed a few streets, she noticed that the city wasn't too quiet. Echoing through the nearly empty streets were the sounds of moving vehicles. Trucks meant to go off road by the sound of them. No cars would really make the same noise. If any were to get too close, Scarlett would dive in the nearest alley and hide behind a dumpster, or even run in a store and hide behind a rack or a shelf. She hardly bothered to keep an eye out for walkers, knowing that if they did appear, it would be on a very miniscule level. The moment she did come on a street with a few of them there, she'd simply walk the opposite direction. 

Baton Rouge was seeming to be a dead end of supplies, or at least the area they were in. Scarlett could find little in the stores she walked past as she peeked through their windows. It wasn't until she found a small convenience store that looked like a shoppe, with the sign half faded. Unsheathing her blade, Scarlett went for the door, expecting it to be locked, but it was cracked open. 

The young woman bit her lip as she opened the door, cringing as a loud creak emitted from the rusty hinges. "Oh my god..." She would have groaned if it weren't for the fact that something in the store was already groaning. The source of the sound came from behind a long shelf, and as Scarlett neared it, the horrid smell that only came from rotting flesh became overpowering. Scarlett covered her mouth and nose with a hand as she tried to contain her gagging but kept going, rounding the corner and seeing the source of the sound and the smell. A body lay in the middle of the aisle with a walker practically digging its head into the stomach of the dead man. With all the strength she had, Scarlett abstained from throwing up and walked closer towards the two. The man being devoured had committed suicide. Choosing to shoot himself in the head rather than to deal with the world going to complete shit. Having enough of the gruesome sight, Scarlett lifted her blade and angled it to where it went straight through the undead corpse' head. Practically convulsing in disgust, she pulled out the machete pro and backed up a few feet, gagging and dry heaving. The store was too good to pass up, unfortunately, so she'd have to deal with the smell and search the store for anything valuable and food for the others.