Florence Kelowna trotted through the streets of Blackwater. The town had been abandoned by both the living and the undead. She hoped to find resources such as food or ammo to continue onto the next settlement. She had ridden from Armadillo, New Austin to West Elizabeth in a matter of two days. With her husband missing and the undead running rampid, her guards were up and she had entered survival mode. She had hoped to find at least one survivor here at Blackwater. It was the biggest city in West Elizabeth. At least one form of life must have stayed behind, hidden in the cellar or waiting it out on the roof tops. 

Cautiously, Florence hitched her horse near the motel and crept through the back alleys with her gun drawn. Both the living and the undead could be hiding in these alleys - and she was prepared for the worst. Finding the backdoor to the gunsmith, Florence went at it with one swift kick from her steel toe boot. She continued to kick in the door, careful not to make too much noise that would attract any attention from any undead that may be around her.. She doubted there was any ammo left at times like these, but it was worth a shot.