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[center][color=fff79a][u][b]JULIANNE LEUNG[/b][/u][/color][/center]

As her vitals returned to normal, the reporter entered the large building. What lay in wait was a strange, surreal sight. Aisles and aisles of stock-grey grocery store-esque shelves. Food, water, and other consumables in various forms and shapes sit silently, unwatched. Dimly lit white lights dot the store in a pattern, illuminating the room in an oppressive, unwelcoming way.

[color=fff79a]"...The hell...?"[/color] Julianne whispered to herself, bewildered. How long where they going to be here? She needed food, water? Would she be trapped here for days? Weeks? Her breathing picked up again, though not from physical exertion but from the dread of the unknown.

Jogging down the silent aisles she craned her neck to get a good look at anything she could find. A dark brown package caught her eye and she stopped her movement, and walked over to it. Chocolate. In a moment of wanting something good in her life she quickly unwrapped in and began breaking the chocolate into it's segment pieces and bit into it as she strolled the aisles. 

Searching for more pragmatic items was an easy task. She quickly found effeciently spaced food rations of various dried nutrients, as well as some boring water bottles. 

Only then did it occur to Julianne that she had no way of storing her foodstuffs. What was she going to do, carry them in her hands? Like an old grandma carrying groceries? That's no good at all! The pockets in her skinny jeans would hold exactly one protein bar. Damn it. Damn it!

She came all this way and has nothing to show for it! Not even a weapon! Oh God, this stupid chocolate bar would do her no good if some desperate guy comes along and shoots her dead! Or beats her to death! In a fit of frustrated helplessness she yelped angrily, throwing the chocolate wrapper as hard as she could. It halted a foot or so in front of her and floated daintily to the ground. Growling, she turned and slammed her foot into the aisles, only for the stainless steel to reverberate, almost growling back. Bolted to the ground.

Sitting down, agrivated, she clutching her knees to her chest and rested her chin between her knees. Julianne's eyes closed and she sat there, calming down. Okay. Okay, you're still alive. You can't stay here for long because it's only a matter of time before someone else shows up. 

Food would be useful, though. In the long run. Maybe if someone else comes looking for food they'll have to interact with other people and she'll already have the supplies she needs. But how to carry it? Plucking a few protein and granola bars off the shelves and shoving them into her jean pockets made her feel better, but not much. Water was the priority. Her brain clicked, and her only idea popped into her head. All right. Kind of embarassing...but she could use her t-shirt as a bag. 

She doesn't know it's just... she's worked out before; going on her morning jogs wearing a sports bra as a top. She guessed this wasn't that much different, except that she was not feeling confident in herself at all. She removed her t-shirt, uncovering the bland grey sports bra underneath. Tying the waist-end of her t-shirt into a knot was fairly simple. Reaching her arm down inside and pressing hard proved that it would hold enough weight to carry at least a few water bottles.

She also rolled up her jeans to just above her knees to allow more joint movement.

Pockets full of protein and granola bars, a t-shirt bag full of bottles and some Meal's Ready to Eat, Julianne Leung peaked out the automatic sliding door and glanced around and saw no one.

In front of her, just a few minutes walk away, was some kind of military looking complex. Big, domed, steel-grey structures surrounded by a barb-wire fence. Maybe there'd be an assault rifle in there, or something. Maybe a camo outfit- that'd be neat. She began to fast-walk over, her makeshift bag full of bottles hitting against her torso as she did so.