My Own Judgement(Kristen & Open)

The door to the apartment building had opened in its usual sluggish fashion as Kirsten tugged at the handle. Slowly the twenty-one year old traveled down the hall way of the unit. Her dark brown eyes adjusting to the ire darkness that fell upon the halls once night time fell. Frankly she'd much rather be out in the forest scavenging than back in the dilapidated building that she was suppose to call home. At least in the forest there was flickers of moon light that would filer down through the tree branches. Softly she sighed, her hands tucked in her black military styled jacket as she shuffled along toward the stair case that led to the floor her apartment lay.

For a brief second Kirsten paused and listened to the silence that had fallen. For a second she thought she had heard someone. After letting her eyes scan about and only picking out the faint outlines of furniture as well as other typical items, she continued on her way. However, there was still an uneasy feeling that Kirsten couldn't shake. So naturally she removed her switch blade from her pocket and crouched low to the ground. No matter how much she checked however, she still couldn't find anybody in the open. Maybe she was just paranoid after being out for two weeks. She took in a deep breath and then shook her head. Yeah definitely just paranoid, she thought to herself as she started carefully up the first few steps on the staircase.

_{occ: Sorry that this isn't great.}

Once again Kirsten thought she heard a sound of someone or something else in the apartment complex. However, this time she didn't stop to check her surroundings. Nimbly she put her switch blade back in her jacket pocket and picked up the pace in which she moved up the stairs. Instead of casually walking she up one step at a time the twenty-one year old bounded up two at a time.  She acted as if she was cold and just wanted to get to her apartment so she could try to get warm. If anyone was following her she doubted they could bound up stairs stealthily like they where. Once she reached the next floor she got off the stairs turn right and pulled her colt forty-five revolver from her hip. She spun around so she could face anyone who was potentially following her.

There was a few seconds of downtime from Kirsten turning around and the person actually showing up in front of her. With sharp brown eyes she searched the face of the stranger. Not someone she had seen around before. Although the gun is the last thing Kirsten wanted to use she kept her index finger over the trigger. The revolve was  cocked and ready to fire if she truly needed it. She narrowed her eyes and listened to Alice speak. "Not as rude as stalking someone in the middle of the night. Besides nobody trusts a stranger anymore, 'specially the ones who don't live here." Kirsten replied bitterly. Having grown up in this Quarantine she knew faces pretty well. The faces she didn't know however, she wouldn't trust them until given plenty of reason to. "What do you want? " She asked, might as well just get straight to the point.

Kirsten drew in a slow breath to calm her racing heart. Lately she hadn't had the best of luck with running into people. Most of them hostile bandits looking to loot her of her personal survival gear. Her luck certainly wasn't any better now that she was home. This woman had the advantage on Kirsten when it came to size. Though she'd been around much worse before. Kirsten picked up on every word spoken but remained in utterly still. "Kind wanderers don't exist anymore," She scoffed. "You don't want much do you princess?" Who in their right mind told someone else that they wanted a bath? Well at least anyone in this type of situation that is. "Hate to break it to you but I don't take suggestions from nobody. So I suggest getting used to that uncomfortable feeling or turning around and returning to whatever shadow you slithered out from."