Everyone adjourned to their own corners in the room for the night.  Elizabeth used a couple of the extra sheets she'd brought as a blanket and her arm as a pillow, but despite being more comfortable than she had been since all of this had begun, she still had trouble getting to sleep.  The images of people being ripped to shreds were vivid in her mind preventing her from getting ample rest.  The sounds of moaning and light breathing from those surrounding the building was also distracting.  Expecting for this to be a quick run for supplies, her mind drifted to Erin.  She hoped the little girl wasn't too worried about them.  Though Elizabeth didn't know if they would make it out of here alive, she knew she was going to do her best to get back in one piece.  

Unable to get much sleep, Elizabeth was one of the first ones up.  Browsing the back of the cafeteria, though it looked like people had left in a hurry, they'd managed to take some of the more important essentials with them.  There wasn't much food left behind, most of it going bad as the refrigerator had lost power days ago.  The only thing she could find that was edible were a few bulk sized cans of beans, mixed fruit, and collard greens.  It must have been more than they could carry to take it with them.  Glancing back towards the doors to the cafeteria where she could hear the dead shambling around, she wondered if they'd managed to use the supplies they'd taken or if they'd turned before managing to do so.  

Opening one of the cans, she ate enough to keep her fueled hopefully until they made it out and got back to the ranger station.  With the amount of those things outside the door, she didn't think they'd be able to take the few cans they'd found without drawing attention.  Though Dallen said they could sneak by unnoticed by covering themselves with their stench—and she'd been there when he'd found it out, so she knew he was telling the truth—they didn't know just how much it would camouflage them.  Doing anything out of the ordinary, like carrying large cans of food, might draw unwanted attention.  Which was a shame considering every little bit they found would be useful.

Preparing for the trek into the fray, she slipped the sheet over her head in the hole she'd cut out and tested the fit.  It was long enough to dangle down to her ankles which would give a decent amount of coverage without posing the danger of tripping.  The plan was to lather themselves, or more accurately cover the sheets, in gore and guts to make it through the crowd without drawing attention to themselves.  Then she planned to beat the shit out of Blake for leaving them stranded when they got back.

Seeing other people start to wake up, she offered them a greeting.  Arms crossed in front of her as she leaned with her back against the wall, she was ready to high-tail it out of there as fast as she could.  But with everyone just waking up, she knew she was going to have to wait for them while they prepared.  Not saying a word, she was silently rushing.  Her eyes focused on the cadaver as if to tell them to hurry so they could get on with it.