The two of them emerged from the car and almost immediately afterwards, were faced with a zombie rushing towards them. Instinctively, she drew her pistol, but Al seemed to have it under control as he killed the zombie with a strike to the brain. She watched him finish it off, and when it seemed the danger had passed, she slid her gun back into it's holster.
"Lets do this as fast as possible." said Al, then asked which car was hers.
"Ah, that would be the rust bucket over there." she nodded towards an old, beaten up looking gold Camry. She took a few steps to her car and circled around to the drivers side and then her blood ran cold. The window was completely shattered.
"Shit!" she cursed out loud. There was no valuables in the main part of the car, only in the trunk, but there was a lever by the drivers seat that could open the trunk, even without keys. Trinity backed away from the drivers door and ran around to the back of the car. The trunk was cracked, and she threw it open. Everything, it was all gone.
"See?" she said, spinning around to face Al, "This is EXACTLY what I was afraid of." she turned back to the car and closed the trunk with an angry slam, sent an enraged kick into the back bumper, then turned around again and leaned back against the car as she clenched her fists. She stood there in silence for a few moments as she rubbed her hands against her face, trying to regain her composure. It wasn't long before she seemed to have calmed down.
"All that work over the past couple months making sure I had enough supplies to last a while. Yet I never even worried about making sure I wasn't about to run out of gas. Stupid, stupid, stupid..." she mumbled under her breath. She pushed herself away from the car, and went to stand beside Alviss with a sigh. She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at the vehicle, "Guess it's not even worth the gas to bring it back to the hotel now, huh?" she asked, her voice suddenly calm.