Erika looked around at her new apartment, a sense of satisfaction filling her at the last of her moving boxes laying empty at her feet.

She had arrived in Bell Reach less than four weeks ago and had found her new humble abode a week after that, since then, she's been hard at work turning her apartment into a suitable base of operations(aka, unpacking her stuff), exploring the town, scouting suitable patrol routes for her alter-ego and, well, actually going to work at her new job teaching kick-boxing a few blocks away. Now, her apartment was finally in a livable condition and she couldn't be more thrilled to have one less responsibility to deal with.

Glancing at the time, she was even more pleased to discover that the day was still young and hers or the taking after a quick lunch. Not even bothering to walk over to the fridge, seeing as she was well aware of its barren state, she simply shrugged on her leather jacket over her black 'zombie identification chart' t-shirt, pulled on her boots(she prefers the comforts of bare feet in her own home, thank you), grabbed her wallet and backpack and headed for the door. She briefly stopped to run her hand through her short black hair, causing it to stick up in a few directions and to shoot herself a finger-gun/smirk combo in front of the mirror, for luck and then she was out.

Boarding her precious bike, she briefly weighed her options. She could go to a restaurant, but she wasn't really in the mood for a sit-down meal, and though she knows that she probably should go grocery shopping that day, she wanted to spend a few hours enjoying the town first. After about a minute of contemplation later, she pulled on her helmet(mostly just to keep the wind out of her eyes and because it looks cool rather than safety reasons) and started her bike, the sound of its engine in her ears as it carried her towards the beach. She remembers that there was a great hot-dog stand around there.

Coming to a stop in front of the beautiful sand of the beach, she made a mental note to remember to try to make time to learn how to surf one of these days and got off of her bike and took off her helmet, making sure to set the alarm and take the key out of the ignition. The last thing she wanted was for someone to come around and steal her baby, after all, it wasn't easy to get Jordan to help her to fix it up without giving anything away. Giving her vehicle a fond pat. she turned and started walking in the direction that she believes the hot-dog stand was, passing a restaurant called Little China in the process. It looks nice enough, maybe she'll try it out someday in the future?