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Alexandria saw something that was definitely a common sight along the larger roads as she walked, it was a little store that was bound to be someone else's home now. But just because someone lived there it didn't mean that they would instantly attack her if she headed for the building, plus now it was raining, which was but one of the numerous things that put a stint in someone's day. So, with the first store in sight, Alexandria advanced in a brisk walk to get into the store and out of the rain.

Then she saw something not many people want to see when they just get out of the rain, a shotgun pointed right at her face.

"What're you doing in here?" The man who spoke was old and didn't seem to happy today.

"I was just getting out of the rain, sir." Saying sir after speaking seemed to surprise the man, apparently respect was a rare occurrence nowadays.

"That better be all you're doing, some punk came in here and tried to take all me water.. 'Course, he was more than compliant to leave after I put my trusty gun to his face. Damn scavengers can't find their own damned water, this is mine because I was here first, you understand?"

"I understand, sir. But I do not intend to take your water, I'm heading elsewhere when I can." Alexandria was relieved to see that the gun was lowered down to the man's side, at least now it wasn't going to take her face off anyway. Without a doubt, Alexandria could have asked if he would really shoot a young woman, but that's not the sort of thing many care about any more, morals no longer had so many restraints for most. "But the whole idea of I got here first is a somewhat immature way to treat situations in which a commodity is included, despite the fact that he was just taking it without even asking."

"That's just silly, girl, if someone's stealing from my stash of water they don't even deserve to get any if they ask the second time, if he'd asked I might've let him take some, but he didn't so I put a gun to his face." The man chuckled as he now lowered his shotgun fully and noticeably eyed her. "If you're not going anywhere important, you could keep this old man company so long as you know how to do as you're told, especially if you keep up all that sir stuff, if you get what I mean."

That suggestion somewhat disgusted Alexandria, so she wasn't going to play along with it at all. "I'm sorry that you got the wrong idea by me being polite, but I would rather be out in the rain than have to play servant for a lecherous old man." She didn't say anything else, mainly because he pointed his gun at her again.

"Then get out you little tart, if you played along then I would have let you take some water before I got bored with you being here. Now get out of here before I shoot."

"Some people lack manners, how disappointing..." She mumbled, but instead of leaving, she took a step forward and drew her sword, it was almost perfectly clean, unlike the man's shotgun and it definitely looked sharp. It's sharpness was proven when she swung it down into his firing shoulder and made him drop his gun while his shoulder bled heavily. "Manners get you far, sir. But a sharp sword gets you that little bit further. I'm sorry to have to do this, but it is justice for refusing to share such a valuable thing with others." She whispered into his ear before stabbing him through the chest.

Now that the old man was dead, not to say he wasn't going to die soon anyway, Alexandria dragged his body out of the shop and allowed whatever wildlife was out there to have a meal while she started gathering together as much water as she could before she would move on, getting enough water to fill a duffel bag she found sitting in the corner of the room, then she made sure it sat right on her shoulder before she sat on the counter of this store and waited for the rain to stop. "I hate people who lack manners."