[center]Nathalie Soltero – Gift Shop – Open to Interaction[/center]

“This shit is never ending!” Nathalie practically hissed as she pulled hairs off her own face. The humidity was as suffocating as always, causing Nat’s ever-growing hair to stick to her face and neck. It was one of her biggest pet peeves at the moment, as trivial as it might seem. She had contemplated cutting it, but constantly reminded herself of how much her sisters loved her long hair because it was fun to braid. With a sigh, Nat pulled her hair up and threw it into a messy, half assed ponytail. It was too hot for her to care and she didn’t have the energy after walking for the majority of the morning.

Fortunately, Nathalie had found shelter in a gift shop. The shade had helped the temperature drop a couple of degrees, but the humidity hadn’t budged. She had been sitting on the floor, her back against the wall, letting her heart rate lower. She had taken off her jean jacket in order to get more ventilation but that didn’t seem to help at all. “I miss my AC.” Half a sob came out of her mouth as she let herself fall to the ground; her jacket being used as a pillow. Her eyes stayed glued to the door that she had blocked with a bookshelf. She wished that she could at least keep the doors and windows open to let a breeze come in, but there were too many dangers; both human and dead. She had come across more living than dead at this point and from what she had come to find out was that the majority of them meant more harm than good.

It hadn’t been long, or at least Nathalie thought it hadn’t, when she suddenly heard gunshots. Her eyes shot wide open, giving her little time to realize that she had dozed off. A following scream had the young woman scrambling to her feet, grabbing all of her belongings as fast as she possibly could. [i]’I swear to god it never stops,’[/i] she thought to herself as she crept over to the nearest window to peek out of.