Brinley was laying in bed when she heard the door open to the basement. The sound was a skidding along the concrete base. A familiar voice called out, barley enough to wake up anybody. Brinley sat up and stared around. Her room was a mess, full of scrap papers found in abandoned office buildings, and clothing meant to be tucked away neatly. Brinley had stayed up late last night attempting to fix a broken gas stove. She was wearing a gray T-Shirt and a pair of sweatpants, as usual. She almost never wore her best clothes, as she was afraid it would be ruined while she was doing repair runs.
	
Who ever came back must of been out, it could of been one of the supply runners. She poked her head out of her "room," which was made from cardboard box walls and a cloth as the door way. [color=598527]"Glad your back."[/color] Brinley glanced at the figure. It was Copper, one of the shelter members. [color=598527]"Did you go on a scouting trip?"[/color] Brinley stumbled back into her room, still listening. She slipped a pair of sneakers on and tied her hair back. She was prepared for another day of repairs, fixing random stuff around the shelter.