Wendy Sighs as she enters her Home Depot turned makeshift base. Looking behind her just to double check, before locking the door. Taking off her gloves and shoving them in her pocket as she walks up the stairs. Rifle swaying on her back. Eventually she finds your makeshift room, made of wooden fence posts, but at least it's a room. She knocks on the door, then enters. Taking off her gun and putting it to the side as she digs in her backpack. Her dark red hair a bit everywhere after her scavenging run, but still held into a ponytail by some bandages which she can use in time of emergency. Her green eyes seeming alert, but calm. And maybe a bit tired. Her pale skin covered by dirt and grime, her freckles blending in with the blood stains. It's hard to shower in the zombie apocalypse. She eventually pulls out what she was looking for in her backpack, a blue Nintendo 3DS. Tossing it at you.

Wendy: Hey Dumbass, catch. Look at what the fuck I found.