Marie had never been quite sure how a city could fall into disrepair so quickly. Now, she didn't actually remember how long it had been since the beginning, but it didn't feel like long; rather, it felt like a few months. And yet, everything looked like a dump. The city wasn't completely trashed yet, but the streets were cracking, wires were down, and windows were smashed. The later was more from raids than time, though. That was simple to grasp. If you wanted to get in somewhere quickly, and it had automatic doors that wouldn't work without electricity, just throw something at the window, and suddenly you have a entrance. Of course, a downside to that was the noise. It would attract unwanted attention, whether it be raiders, or zombies. Marie never did that. She went more for apartments than large stores. She valued staying out of sight more than a easy meal. As she saw it, large stores would have more people checking them out. Small places were less likely to have anyone. She was fairly sure that contributed to her being alive right now. Walking the streets, pole at hand- not many people were there to do such a simple thing. She let out a small puff of air, readjusting her messenger bag so it was more comfortable. She had the privilege of walking these streets, and while that was good, it was also sort of lonely. The dead silence got to her at points. She didn't even know where any zombies WERE at the moment. Sure, she saw the dead bodies laying on the ground of ones that had been taken care of, but other than that, nothing. It got her nervous. Seeing a few zombies, surprisingly, would ease her nerves. But nothing, at all? It was suspicious, that's what it was. She hit a can lightly with her pole, wondering briefly if the small noise would attract anything. She guessed not, but she was still on guard as she approached a abandoned vehicle, aiming to see if there was anything useful inside.