So much had happened since the world turned into trash. Countless individuals killed by greed, homes lost, memories forgotten and replaced with new, horrifying memories. The more Rosealyn thought about it, the more depressed she grew. It'd been a few weeks since the war, but now, not much was left. Not much aside from trying to survive. 

The late November temperature seeped through the multiple layers she wore, causing her to shiver for a moment. She was following a group of people who had apparently been told about a location not too far from them where they had additional food rations, water, and various other supplies. Rosealyn was some ways behind the medium-size group. Far enough to not hear their conversation but not too far as to lose them. They began turning at the corner of a broken-down building, and that's when multiple shots went off. Gunshots, screaming, people scrambling in every direction with some lifelessly dropping to the ground without warning. Rosealyn watched in horror for maybe a second before it clicked in, and she immediately turned to sprint in the opposite direction. The adrenaline coursing through her veins silenced the commotion she was running from, and she was half-expecting to be shot in the back at any moment. 

But she remained unharmed as she finally reached the other corner and turned, her pace not slowing. Rosealyn continued for another block and a half before forcing her way into a building, shoulder slamming the wooden door open to take shelter inside. It was a little less cold in there, and quiet. Quiet except for her ragged breathing, but she didn't dwell on that. The door latched shut surprisingly enough and she made her way up the stairs. The building appeared to be a small apartment complex, and for now, she had some time to figure out her next move before the murderous bunch decided to claim their next victim.