Nala crept through the back alley adjacent to the house she was currently squatting in. Her phosphorescent green eyes peered out from a corner, checking for suspicious activity. Her tanned skin was smeared with dirt, clothes tattered, and chocolate waist-length hair tied into a sloppy bun atop her head. Declaring the area safe, Nala slunk out from the shadows, hurrying towards the corner store. She had to be extremely careful now. Food stores were the most dangerous place for anyone to be. The scarcity of food led to factions fighting for control of food supply, using it as leverage to gain followers and keep loyalty. Nala cringed as a tiny bell attached to the door rang loudly through the night. Her eyes flashed around, but there was no movement. She slipped inside quietly, yanking the bell from its rope, keeping it quiet. "Alright....water," Nala whispered to herself, hoisting the backpack higher on her shoulders. Nala spotted the refrigerators in the back and hurried over. She emptied the biggest bottles into her bag first before grabbing some bread, chips, and a few bags of candy. Satisfied, Nala crept towards the front. She opened the cash register and pulled out all of the bills. Money wasn't worth much by way of getting things, but it burned pretty well for a fire if you asked Nala. Stuffing the loose bills into her pockets, Nala spotted movement outside. Her heart skipped a beat as she ducked behind the counter until she was sure if the movement was friend or foe.