Who | Jane and you! Jane and Luke. Jane and Nick.
What | Catchall post. Jane arrives in the arena. Subsequent attempts to avoid attention and scavenge supplies are made while flying solo. A close shave with an 'alien killing' device happens, and the surviving zombros are reunited.
When | Backdated to the end of Week 1/the beginning of Week 2.
Where | In the upper levels of the spaceport.
Warnings/Notes | Violence, and spoilers for the second season of The Walking Dead Game. Very up for threading any of Week 1 or Week 2's events. Here is Jane's plotting post. Feel free to PM or plurk me with questions/corrections!

( scavenging near the science labs, open. )

By her judgment, it's been two hours since she was funneled up into this nightmare. Since then, Jane has stuck to what's served her best in the past: stay alone, stay alive -- even though that's more of a joke than it's ever been now.

Actually, pretty much everything about this is hilarious in a fucked up way: the way she'd vomited in her space suit after stumbling off her pedestal and it had drifted up into her hair, the way this place reminded her of a shitty laser tag arcade she'd been to as a kid, the way she still hasn't found a weapon better than the helmet they'd sent her in with. The most laughable thing by far though has to be the fact that she's supposed to be dead. Jane still hasn't had time to chew on that yet. Shock's not something she's been able to afford for years, but it's there in her mind, a cloud among many, as much as she tells herself she has to focus. Only one person is getting out of here alive, and Jane's not holding her breath that it'll be her, not when being late to the game has already screwed her over in so many respects.

It's nerve-wracking to be on the move when she doesn't even know where she's going, but even worse to stay in one place too long without giving the adrenaline inside her an outlet. Restlessness and desperation drive her further into the space station. It's a small comfort to be away from the windows to the outside, which had only made her feel like they could shatter and suck her out at any second.

Jane searches as she goes, eyes peeled for both supplies and any threats, though to call the pickings slim would be very generous. No food, no water, and nothing to defend herself with. Every second lost brings her a second closer to a confrontation she knows is inevitable. She (gouging eyes comes to mind, she won't need a weapon for that) but the inevitable is going to catch up with her all the faster if she doesn't find a weapon soon.

She isn't hoping for much after everything she's seen so far has been picked clean, but her luck changes as she turns a corner to find the mangled remains of some machine. Jagged and charred pieces of metal are strewn across the ravaged walkway, cluttering the floor. Some shards had even lodged in a nearby vent. It whistles lowly with escaping air where it has been pierced. Carefully, Jane crouches to sift through the wreckage, selecting a sizable piece of shrapnel with a particularly sharp-looking edge. It's something.

Backtracking occurs to her for a second, but with no food or water to be found where she's already been, she lets the idea drop, considering that maybe she won't find anything to eat or drink at all. Jane's no stranger to starving. It'll suck, but she knows she can last a while without eating. She'll be shit out of luck before long without water, though, and it's not like she can just melt some snow. Maybe further ahead...?

Jane casts a glance the way she came before turning forward, shrapnel and helmet clenched in either hand as she begins walking. No point in being afraid of something she can say 'been there, done that' about. 

At least that's what she'll tell herself.