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A peaceful place, one that seemed to be untouched by the chaotic world in which Kirsten and so many other people lived in. In the silence she sat in a teenage girls room which for the most part was in perfect condition. Besides you know, the layer of dust that covered objects and a slight disruption in personal belongs from either the girl herself many years ago or someone who carefully scavenges through house objects. Her brown eyes looked out the window for a fraction of a second before she looked back down at her sketch book. It was new, well as new as anything could get now a days. Her definition of new was simply that it hadn't been used. However, the leather cover was scratched and the pages had yellowed over time. No big deal really.

Kirsten laid the fine tip of her pencil on the sketch book's first page. In a smooth and gentle motion she drew a light circle in the middle of the page. It wasn't a perfect circle, none of the things she ever did was perfect. After drawing a few guide lines she looked back up at the window. The sky was blue and dotted with white cirrus clouds. Although the weather appeared nice from the inside it was bitterly cold from the outside. Honestly it was nice to be inside from the bitter cold after traveling strictly through natures. Maybe during spring or summer traveling so far outside of the quarantine area wouldn't be so bad. After a longing moment she looked back at her sketch book and let her hand make smooth sketch lines on the page.

Drawing was one of Kirsten's ways of getting away from the world in which she lived. While drawing she could create her own world, a world in which things weren't so bad. However drawing outside of the quarantine area never lasted long because something always interrupted her.  This times things seemed to be going all right given the fact she's been sitting around in this house for a few hours. The first bit of time was spent rummaging for supplies in the lower part of the house. She managed to score some canned food, a few medical supplies and just some cool little trinkets. In all actuality she should go through this room for supplies as well but she didn't want to disturb this room as well. At least one place should remain tranquil and relatively untouched. Then she stopped drawing and looked toward the door. It sounded like someone was in the house. Slowly she moved from the bed, hide her supplied beside her, drew her revolver and crouched low to the ground. Not the best place to hide but at least she was out of sight at first glance. Hopefully she was just hearing things.