Belle's eyes slowly fluttered open as she began to awake although she was tempted to close her eyes once again, especially in the darkness when it could be day or night. The young woman shivered slightly feeling the cold within the building and buried herself deeper into the thick sleeping bag only allowing the top half of her head exposed. The once very clean and beautiful girl was covered in dirt and soot, her once straight glowing hair matted and in tangles and her clothes torn. It was extremely hard to wash on a regular basis, especially now that she was by herself. When her brother Daniel was still alive one of them would take watch when the other would wash up but now Belle often was in a constant state of terror.

The last few months had really been the hardest she could ever experience and in all honesty she questioned why she kept going. Wouldn't it be so much easier to just let one zombie bite her and be done with it all? Maybe... But something inside of her still wanted to live, even if it was just a glimmer. Slowly rolling back the sleeping bag she silently crawled out and reached for her bag feeling around inside being very careful with her movements, it was incredible how the zombies had such a fixed sense of hearing and she wasn't tempted to sound off the alarms by banging around a few cans.

Pulling out a can she felt the torn label now very sure what is was but reached for the can opener and slowly sawed off the lid. Feeling into the can with her fingers she felt an almost syrupy liquid and little chunks of something that was squishy but a bit firm. [i]Peaches[/i] Belle raised the can and took a sip followed by another and reached for a slice of peach chewing it slowly. Using one hand to rummage through her bag she realized that she only had a couple of cans left... Soon enough she would have to scavenge once again, it wasn't something she looked forward to.

Belle wasn't the same girl as she was even a month ago, she used to have more hope inside of her and would often try to make others feel better by explaining how things weren't as bad they appeared and they would be rescued... Everything would get better. Lowering her head Belle sighed quietly and set down the can before picking up something and stepping through the empty building. Moving to open the door it made a loud clank but than she saw light and cringed, her eyes closing. The room she was staying in was a broken down meat cooler and the rest of the building was long abandoned, maybe even before the apocalypse... But who knew? 

Within the light if anyone were to see Belle they would see a slim pale care with a pair of ripped jean shorts and a grey tank top that was once white. Her hair fell over her shoulders and her eyes slowly opened as they adjusted to the light. Held in her hand was a worn machete stained with blood, she hadn't had extra water in a couple of days and hadn't gotten to clean the weapon but it worked well enough.

Raising her gaze to the outside of the building she saw the wasteland before her, once before this town must have looked gorgeous... The sun shining with green forestry and little houses, a nice church and the bank next to a little family diner... Now everything was blackened and dull, even the sun seemed to shine a bit duller then once before. The young woman couldn't help but wonder if there was anyone else out there... Of coarse there had to be but she hadn't seen a trace of survivors in months, she remember thinking in the first month of everything that soon they would be rescued and be taken someplace safe... but it never happened.

[i]No wonder you barely have any food, you think too much[/i] Belle scolded herself before heading back into the cooler and grabbing her thick brown leather jacket and sliding it on. Slipping down her shorts she replaced them with a pair of dark denim jeans that were torn at the knee but overall clean enough. Followed by this she pulled on a pair of thick glasses that she had found within the warehouse. If a drop of zombie blood were to enter her blood stream, or even saliva she could become a zombie herself and with that had to be extremely careful. Walking out and closing the cooler door she pulled the bag over her shoulders and headed down the hallway of the warehouse and down it's broken steps trying to avoid knocking over any bricks. 

Stealth was her main option at the moment. If she were quiet she could avoid most of them unless they came in a hoard, at one point she had several weapons but after what happened to Daniel.... She had no ammo left. There was a grocery store across the town but Belle had no desire to go inside knowing it was dark, large and she had no idea of what horrors awaited her but the little diner held some promise, it's roof had been caved in and the sun on most days kept is bright. Walking very carefully and silently she headed towards the diner, looking over her shoulder constantly and around her making sure she was prepared, for anything.