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The young woman once found rainstorms to be a relaxing backdrop. There would be days that she'd take a mug of tea onto the porch and watch lightning strike in the distance. She lived with her boyfriend at the time and life was a bit more normal then. Comparatively speaking anyway. The threat of raptors were replaced by looming deadlines and procrastination. Not that she could ever be truly bogged down by such a menial weakness. It was amusing to reminisce on it now though. Nostalgia was a funny thing to her. Almost as funny as the absurdity of a dinosaur apocalypse, but she digressed. They were easy enough to shoot in the leg when they were passive. Most were hesitant about turning on their former pets at first, but not her. And now she blamed those soft-hearted fools for what became of civilization. 

These musing and much more filled her mind as she positioned herself on the outskirts of a shoddy southern town. It looked like some craphole that she would have traveled through while heading to Miami or Orlando for Spring Break. She did that once or twice before things got [i]too[/i] bad. Such luxuries had been cast aside long ago, however, along with hot showers, fresh food, and a good night of sleep. Things were limited and people were hard to come by now. It had been months since she had traveled with another human that could watch her back. An eccentric trio that had likely been trampled and devoured by a horde of hungry raptors were her last mark. Such a shame too as all of them were excellent shots. There were times when they had even come close to her level in the past. She went by Sarah Linville then. A cutesy name that fit a southern belle and the accent that she tried so hard to keep at the time. It didn't matter now though. They were long gone and probably to be never to be seen again.

[i]A vehicle.[/i]

That was unusual to say the least. It kept you safe from the weather, sure, but its noise could draw any idiot towards it, whether they be human or raptor. It was like painting a target directly on your back and it was like having another hungry mouth to feed. Vehicles required supplies to run after all. They were helpful in theory, but a pain in the ass in concept. She had one herself back when it started though that, too, was long cast away. If she could siphon some gasoline off of it though. . Gasoline meant fire which equated to explosions and then to even more toys to play with. A devious smirk crossed her face as she found herself inching closer to the parked RV directly adjacent to one of the abandoned pumps. The odds of gas being left in any of them was unlikely, but worth a shot. And, besides, it wouldn't be hard for her to charm her way into another survivor's life anyway.

All she had to do was remain unseen for now.