Amelia's Preparation

Meanwhile in the cafeteria, Amelia throws her arms up in celebration. "Hell yeah!" She finally sees the end credits of her game, having taken longer to beat than anything else she's played before.

Her joy echos through the massive room, reaching the ears of Trix and Riya as they walk through. Amelia only just notices the two and stands up, a bit embarrassed. "Oh hey! Sorry about that..."

Trix chuckles at the girl, but Riya just gives a firm stare. "Remember, the raid is tonight."

She says flatly before turning to head down one of the various corridors. Trix lingers for a moment nervously.

"Don't worry Am'... you'll do great!" She blurts out before jogging to catch up with the Indian scout.

"Oh shit!" Amelia completely forgot that was today. She hops out and away from the table, grabbing her handheld before heading in the opposite direction of the two. Ever since being here, she hasn't been allowed to go on any raids with the rest of the group. But after some convincing, she finally got Riya and Leah to let her come.

She knows the danger of this world having grown up in it, her life and childhood before the virus feels almost like a dream. She'll make sure she's prepared for whatever is thrown at her tonight.

reaching the end of the hall, she finds a familiar laundry shoot, opening the hatch and revealing a much more spacious shaft than you'd expect. She peaks her head in and crawls inside, hanging onto the opening before jumping down feet first. Keeping her arms folded she feels the smooth metal of the wall against her back. Gradually the shaft curves until she's almost laying down, and her speed slows. A light up ahead catches her attention as she braces, a moment later gracefully shooting out into a pile of stuffed animals.

"Woo!" Amelia hops up and dusts herself off, shutting the hatch behind her she looks around her room. Back when she was younger, her and other kids were assigned rooms at the very bottom of the compound to keep them safe in case of any breach from above. But since the majority of the residents here either left or were infected, she's the only one down here anymore.

Pink hearts and stickers adorn the walls around her, most of the decorations are old and weathered looking. With a huff Amelia gets on her knees and reaches under her bed, sliding out a large suitcase. Opening it up she starts pulling out various pieces of homemade armor and a pistol.

After a while, Amelia pushes her door open to go meet with the rest of the group upstairs, her pistol holstered and glittery war-paint on her face.