No chances(open)

It had been three days since she went into town, any town! Three days spent foraging from cars instead of buildings. She hadn't touched her plane's rations in, you guessed it, three days. That was three days of less danger than usual. You didn't just find a hidden walker in a car, in a building you could just find entire groups right behind a door. Here the worst you had to worry about was the occasional horde. If you were patient and in small numbers you didn't have to worry about hordes, hiding was easy in a sea of cars ad rotting flesh.

Today she had to go a bit farther than yesterday, just like she had had to do the day before that. Slowly but surely the cars nearer to her temporary camp were getting picked clean by the redhead. Today having to go farther had paid off, she saw a water truck in the distance, "Jackpot!" she said before beginning to run forward. Then she saw movement and immediately dropped to the pavement. After a few calming breaths she took out her revolver and slowly but surely made her way towards the truck.

Soon she was able to tell that it wasn't a walker there. That sucked, it meant whoever it was wanted the water. She would have to get them to leave this place and then move all the water and cover her tracks...by tonight she'd guess, just in case whoever it was had backup. She got very close now, then took a deep breath and jumped to the top of the car  she had between her and this survivor "Alright you F&%ker, put down any weapons you got and I'll think about not blowing you brains out!" she wasted no time locking her sites in on the survivor.She had to be sure her first shot would be her only shot.