There was a fight, just to her left, where most of the supplies were. It was too much of a risk so she skidded around, training her sights on one of the crates full of food. Good. That was good. Get something to eat, get out of here, then come back when they'd all finished killing each other...
She nearly slammed against the crate in question, fingers already grasping to tear it open, when she realised she was not alone.
"Shit!" She hissed under her breath as her fingers scrambled over the wood. Maybe if she could tear a piece free, she could protect herself--
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She nearly slammed against the crate in question, fingers already grasping to tear it open, when she realised she was not alone.
"Shit!" She hissed under her breath as her fingers scrambled over the wood. Maybe if she could tear a piece free, she could protect herself--