Tracie would KILL for a plastic bag right now. She’d just gotten a can of apple slices for free, having smashed the cashier’s head open with a golf club, and was trying to snatch up a few knives, which was difficult with a blood covered can of apples in her arm.

The red-eyed young woman rested the can against her large chest while looking around for some poor sod she can ‘politely’ ask for help.

”Oh the travails of the poor woman…”

The blonde sighed dramatically in an act of humor, then went back to smiling and quipping as usual.