Clem Settled herself on the windowsill. She would break into the building later. But for now she needed to sort her stuff. Shouting in russian. Something she had heard before, but she knew none of it. Sounded young, kid seperated from his group maybe. Taking out the spray bottle she sent a spray of the liquid down on a unsuspecting zombers head cause it to freak out and walk off. A group could cause her trouble she was barely scraping by on her own though. Then again she was surviving, she wasn't hungry or thirsty. She preposed a plan in her mind. [i]If we could group together there is a certain safety in numbers. We would have to find a place to stay that isn't going to be this crowded. And Easy to get to from here. Since some people don't know that gunfire brings those things closer.[/i]