Group F's Shelter

-gently walks in and seeing no one inside; made a boring face-
-went to sat on the sofa and places my weapons on the table; testing without shoots something and checking on it-

Nothing to do, plus no one in the shelter, had brought the ex cop bored, and she decided to get herself busy with some exercises. She started with some arm-building pushups on the ground, having constant inaudible moans slipping out of her lips.

Done with the pushups, the female swiftly flipped herself, and began doing sit ups, wanting to keep her abdomen in perfect shape. Bored of the sit ups soon, her legs lifted up with her hands supporting her above her head only to get herself jumping up into a standing position.

Her fists were lifted at the same level with her chest, facing imaginary foe before her. There, she began practicing her nearly forgotten taekwondo kicks and moves, slightly glad that she could still manage to do them right. Her long locks whipping through the air for every swift motion she made.

/blinks ; enters silently ; wipes my face with towel/

Damn.... Too many zombies. /scoffs

*lays upon the bed, with ma hands upon the back of ma head. Letting my eyes blankly look up, thinking of when this stupid zombie apocalypse would end and brings victory to human beings. Alive, human beings*