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[i]"And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above"[/i]

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Sonya had been wandering around for a while. An uncharasteristic coat of sweat tingled on her forehead, making her suspect the gash on her bicep had some inflammation, undoubtedly due to Sonya not cleaning it and the cloth scrap around it being a bit dirty itself. In case you hadn't noticed, first-aid really wasn't Sonya's forte. She was more into the "boom" and "crash" sort of stuff.
Rummaging through all the empty apartments along her way, Sonya had already found herself a few ingredients for making new handy bombs. She was especially running low on her Molotovs, and for that she not only needed bottles, but also alcohol. Too bad most the glass bottles she came across were broken, and the plastic ones wouldn't have quite the same effect. She'd have to make do, it seemed.

Almost all the apartments had already been looted well before her, so there wasn't much anything that she could use without getting creative. Sonya had half a dozen empty bottles and a pouchful of leftover gunpowder, but she still needed a lot more. All the closets in the houses were mostly empty, save for one where Sonya found some random spices. She did take the pack of yeast because it could be used for many things, but everything else she pretty much left in place. There was a reason no one camped in the houses anymore, after all. Everything was gone, and they had no value for being safe.

After some careful digging and a handful of houses later, Sonya's luck began turning. It was then that she finally found some alcohol tucked away under a sink. The bottle seemed opened, which was a bummer, but Sonya found it didn't matter that much because what she found was indeed vodka. Yes, she had tasted it and yes, she knew it was dangerous to taste things she didn't know their origins of. She just didn't quite have that kind of self-perseverance anymore, let alone an intact joy for living.
Shedding her worn leather jacket Sonya took a new look at her wound. Yup, it looked as bad as it had felt, she concluded. The open wound had stained the cloth covering it completely, dark blood seeping out of the gash. Fuck me, Blue thought, more annoyed than worried. Maybe she should have been worried, though.
Opening the bottle of vodka again, the woman poured the clear liquid as sparingly as possible on her bare bicep where the skin was already beginning to look red. Hissing through her teeth at the sheer pain the contact caused, Sonya paid farewell to her newlyfound, precious vodka. What a waste of an ingredient, she thought with a sour face. The burn of the alcohol didn't go away, making Blue bite her teeth together violently to prevent a growl from escaping her lips. She didn't know if the alcohol would make the wound better or worse, but honestly, she didn't care at the moment. She had once heard alcohol was supposed to sanitize wounds, but with Sonya's luck, she had somehow done it wrong now as well. From the looks of it, the wound was still bleeding and not looking even remotely better, so the woman decided to spare rest of the alcohol for bomb-making instead of half-assed attempts at playing a doctor.
Wrapping the same, dirty and bloody piece of cloth around the injury, Sonya continued looking through the cupboards. She managed to find more alcohol - yay for that - but her victory was shortlived as she suddenly heard noises from outside. People, not zombies. 

Fuck. Had Toxo sent people to investigate the bombing? They had for sure seen them, so it was a possibility too high to leave out. Sonya cursed silently, seeing no escape plan. Why couldn't Nat have just... told them something? Fuck if she knew, but she was screwed now. [i]Thanks, Nat,[/i] Sonya thought bitterly, even though she knew deep down the woman couldn't have prevented this.
Trying to stealth her way out of the building - perhaps there was a back door? Please? - Sonya listened carefully for the noises coming from outside. She heard a muffled voice from the street; someone was talking. She wasn't about to find out if she knew that someone, since they were from Toxo probably anyway. Finding her way out unnoticed, Sonya took off with a run so fast her lungs were left aching. Soon she was out of the housing area, now nearing big roads that were dotted with lone cars. If she didn't already know they were out of gas, Sonya would have definitely emptied the tanks for her own use.
...Or she could just try to find something useful from a gas station, she mused. That sounded like a plan. There had to be one around here somewhere.