"Fuck," she muttered to herself as she spit out some blood at the end of the street. It was around two in the afternoon. Which was probably the safest time to go out rummaging the abandoned grocery store for some food for the week. What she forgot to consider was that during the end of the world, it being the safest these days didn't mean there'd be zero danger involved. All things were working out just fine for the most part and she was on her way home when a couple of thugs decided to jump her for the food she had just found. Unfortunately for them, Sol could hold her own. She managed to escape them, but not without a couple blows to the face. Her busted lip was throbbing and her nose had only finally stopped bleeding. She glanced upwards and sighed in relief. At least she was back home now to tend to her wounds. A lot of people from the apartment building had chosen to leave to try to be with friends or family before the whole world went to shit. Sol didn't really have anyone else, so staying here was her only option. But that meant that the building was as quiet as ever. Inside the building, she was walking towards her apartment door, not noticing that one of her water bottles and fallen out and began to roll away, too focused on dealing with the throbbing pain.
