Snippet #1879439

Samantha snapped awake, no longer sleeping very well anymore. Hell, she was sure no one if they were left alive would be sleeping very well right now. She wondered where her father was. He wasn’t a man to be taken down by these things. But wouldn’t he have made his way over to the shop already? She was sure he was on his way. Which was why she was afraid to go anywhere.

Standing up from her make shift pallet in the back room of the shop, she brushed herself off. The back room was the safest place to be as her father was one of the most paranoid people in the world. There was a chamber underneath the ground that she didn’t dare open. Plus, she hadn’t found the key to it yet. She could never remember where it was. Not to mention there were only two other ways into the store. The back door which was pure steel and heavy as hell to get open. And the front which was a roll down. She didn’t hold out much hope on it lasting much longer.

The windows had bars across them since they owned a pawn shop which made her life a lot simpler. Grabbing her weapons, she rolled up the bed and stood on the desk. Lifting the latch to the roof shaft, she pulled down a few steps before climbing out. There was no way to get from the ground to the roof without being inside of the store. Again luckily for her. But she was running out of food. And she needed to get more.

Would it be too much to ask for a clean change of clothes and a hot shower? She didn’t think so. Looking around, she watched the city. She could see the ones mulling around the shop. They knew she was here, but knew they couldn’t get to her. That was when she noticed a few explosions in the distance. She turned towards them, her heart beating wildly. Could it be her father? She really hoped so.

Sammie repressed a gulp as she looked around. There was no chance on getting to the ground. Did she dare try and leave her safe place? She was scared of doing it, but knew if she didn’t do something she would starve to death. Glancing around she looked at the closest roof to the shop.

“I’m going to need better supplies for this.” She whispered to herself afraid for the things below to hear her. Heading back down into the pawn shop, she closed the stairs and went to grab all of her weapons and then supplies to make it from roof to roof which she figured was a better way to travel than by foot on the ground. At least she hoped so.