Tia stood outside the city now, it was New York City, she noticed, reading a sign.
she didn't speak any human language anymore - she still knew it, but no longer used it often.
she didn't even think in words.
she walked throughout the city, finding nobody alive. plenty dead. several cars were crashed, but it was evident everyone was dead beforehand. somehow.
she wondered as to how everyone died, and why. she broke into an antique's store. she found an ancient dagger, designed like a fox on the hilt.
it was ancient, and rusted. she tossed it aside. she'd get no use of a rusted dagger.
she also found a mirror, full-body, and for the first time realized just how changed she was.
she shook her head, and looked to the side, looking for some kind of a thing to use.
she found a longsword. engraved in the hilt was a pack of wolves, and the actual blade reminded her of the feralness of a wolf hunting prey.
she didn't think she could find out just how that was managed.
she found a useable sheath, and then moved to a gun-store, figuring that if anyone survived through whatever killed all people, a sword might not be totally useful, and toting a few guns would be pretty useful in deterring potential predators.
still, she first needed to know HOW to use a gun.
so she looked for a manual, and found one, making a mess along the way, and practiced how to use the pistol she grabbed. she didn't think any other firepower would be needed, and she couldn't risk carrying mch more than the sword and gun.