This is my new story! I've had this in my brain for years and finally got to writing it down. It will be a chapter fic like TA and JAN. Let me know what you think with a review!

It was easy.

She worked as a technician in a medical lab. Part of her job was to dispose of medical waste, which included blood bags they couldn't use for whatever reason, and there were many reasons. Cameras were all around but not everywhere. It was easy to sneak the contents of a bag into an insulated thermos. It was easy to dispose of the emptied bag with all its labels to scan to prove she disposed of it properly. It was easy to walk out the door with her filled bottle every shift.

Part of her was saddened that she couldn't take all the wasted blood, but like all food, it did eventually go bad. She made sure to take the waste that would last longer to avoid this, but to be fair, blood did keep for quite a while as long as it was properly stored – for her purposes, at least. That was one thing she greatly appreciated that was different from the lore: she didn't require it to be fresh like some of the movies would have you believe.

She brought in her thermos through the scanner at security, showing it filled with liquid, and she left with it similarly filled with liquid, just like most other employees. The only difference was that the liquid when she entered was very different from the one at the end of her shift. Carrying two bottles would be more conspicuous than she preferred, as she was just one person. The largest bottles would be excessive for her needs as just one person. She had a reasonably sized, well-insulated one, which was plenty enough for just herself, but something about disposing of perfectly good blood still made her a little sad.

There was definitely enough waste from her lab to sustain another or two like her, but she didn't know any others interested in being a lab tech, even with the perks. Maybe it was a remnant of her hippie days; preferring not to discard usable blood rather than preferring fresh was about equivalent to a vegetarian or vegan for them – sustainability and all that.

So she walked out the door, through security, like she did every shift. Her items went through the scanner that simply showed liquid in the water bottle. No one was ever sufficiently suspicious of her small frame and mild demeanor to question the contents. She walked out into the night, which amused her every time she remembered to think about it. She got in her car with her theft only known to herself, and she drove home. Working an early third shift schedule, she got off work at 4am. She liked existing when the bustle of the world was asleep. Only a few birds and the rare jogger typically joined her ride home.

When she got home, she transferred the stolen blood to a new opaque bottle that wasn't insulated and put it in the fridge next to a nearly empty one. Grabbing the older bottle, she went to the couch to watch some early morning news and finish it off. Although the liquid was cold, it warmed her insides.

It was easy.