It was quiet at the main camp as the fire full of life, crackling and fuming as a few party members tended to it's well being. Some raw deer was being prepared as those around the camp worked away on their own devices. Amy was working on a few perimeter defenses for the camp - of course, they weren't live, yet. One trap, in particular, was one used by the Vietcong, a step-spike board trap. The spikes were changed from bamboo to scrap metal and the boards were plywood. Not ideal but it's what she had to work with, it didn't take too long as this was one of the most common traps she made when setting up a temporary camp. Not only did it immobilize walkers but it usually crippled them, usually. A lone cigarette sat in between her helix and skull, it was always good to have smokes in case someone wanted to trade or talk. That never was the case with Amy, she was a loner - the odd one out. Most of the times anyway, she enjoyed the quiet and her neutral disposition to the party kept her out of trouble.

Usually.

She was the only tech on the expedition, those around her have always kindly reminded her of where she's from. The Portland Pirates, she knows it wasn't by choice but maybe the others didn't - nor did they really care. She was an enemy, an alien to everyone else. Tensions seemed to edge off as the years slated. "The Battle of the Locks" was still recent to most people, friends and family were lost in that battle against Portland and Amy has been on the receiving end of that hate for a long time. Perhaps blaming her would help others feel better, being hazed by other units resulted in Amy distancing herself from others. Being a loner had it's drawbacks, but that's not what worried Amy. She was more fearful of the dead than the living.


A weighted hard-leather sap reminiscent of ones carried by the tough-talking detectives in 1940s films hangs from a clip on her belt. A beavertail-shaped slapper that is weighted with lead, the sap looked somewhat heavy but it never seemed to strain Amy. Occasionally checking her gear, she walked back to the camp now that the traps were set up by not activated yet. Upon returning to camp to a few glares, Amy hung around the outer most part of the area as the smell of deer started to fill the noses of the other adventurers.