Katherine knew is she was to keep on going, alive and as healthy as she could be, she had to go into a near by town and get herself some food and supplies. She was running dangerously low. She also knew she had to do it sooner than later, after all she only had a box of crackers, two water bottles, and a 'family size' can of green beans left. Granted, in the trying times that was fairly good, but it wouldn't last her very long even with how she rations her food out. The young adult pondered going and raiding a gas station for a while before concluding that she would need more than a run-down cheap gas station had to offer her. She'd have to back track and go into the small seemingly abandoned town she's passed a while back. She'd seen a boarded up Walmart Supercenter and hoped it was as untouched inside as it seemed to be on the outside. Her only concern now was the setting sun. As much of an advantage as moving in the night had, it was also an equal if not greater disadvantage. She could move faster, go more unnoticed than in the day, but the Walkers seemed to thrive in the night and multiply. It was like they were nocturnal or something. At an inward fork-in-the-road, Katherine weighed her options as she sunk back into the tattered seats of the stolen Ford F150 she was currently residing in.
On one hand, she could leave now and make it to the town as dusk hit. She could slip into the store, get what she needed, and get out as daylight broke. On the other hand, she looked at the danger she'd be putting herself in by doing this. It was a lot riskier to travel at night, alone, especially if you were female. Katherine had no problem holding her own, but the group of men after her made it difficult. Rubbing her pale, dirtied face with her surprisingly soft palm, Katherine closed her hazel eyes as she thought. Finally Katherine made her decision and sat back up, before swinging the truck door open and stepping out into the brisk air around her. Shivering, she frowned looking at her surroundings. No one kept time anymore, she didn't think, but she could guess it was probably mid-October, early-November. This meant two things: One, she was now twenty-one and her birthday had passed her without her realizing. Two, winter was coming and she needed to find a place to huddle up so she didn't freeze to death.
Walking around to the back of the truck, to the bed, she sighed then opened it up and groaned softly as the smell of rotten decaying corpse hit her nose in full blast. A week or so ago when she got this truck Katherine took down a lone-walker and placed it in her bed to keep the smell of her truck hidden when she stopped for the night. Pulling herself up into the bed, Katherine carefully stepped over the dead body then walked back to where she kept her supplies. She didn't bother checking the 'camping' bag, nor the 'clothes' bag for things she needed. Instead, she picked up the 'toiletries' and 'food' bags. Quickly slinging the near empty bags over her shoulder, she picked up the 'ammo/weapons' bag and placed it on the top of the truck, opening it to look through it.
Three hand guns, one of those a revolver. Two shot guns. One normal crossbow. One hand-crossbow. Assorted hunting knives. Two bows. A machete. And lastly: two quivers, both low on arrows. There was hardly any ammo left, Katherine noted, and she'd also need to pick up any arrows or items she could carve into arrows on her run.
Her fingers played over the items, before deciding to grab five throwing knives first. She placed them in their holsters on her thighs and wrists before grabbing her machete. Putting it on its holster on her hip, she looked back at her weapons. 'Light, and reusable.' She repeated to herself mentally as she looked over the weapons. Her gun was light, not reusable. Her axe was reusable, not very light. Her hand-crossbow however was pretty light and if she could grab the arrows after shooting them, reusable. Deciding to go with that one she picked it up after swinging a quiver full of arrows on her shoulder, then walked to the back of the truck and jumped off the bed. Sighing softly, Katherine then shut the truck and walked over to the front. Popping the hood, she pulled the battery out and put it in her bag then began her walk to the town.