Clinic

Samantha moved slowly toward the clinic, hoping she could find a way in, or that the door hadn’t been locked that night. Coming to the clinic it was both good and bad. The door was ajar. Pistol in hand the young woman moved up to the door, and swung inward looking for a target.

The room was empty though it had been ripped apart. Content she search the room and found bandages, a first aid kit, and other various medical supplys. Taking the time to wrap her injuries, and making sure everything was in order, she felt better for having come to the clinic.

The only question that remained, was whether she could afford some rest, or if she needed to get going.