she limps behind a broken down wall in the apocalyptic world to wrap her wounded leg, she slumps down and pulls a arrow out of her calf

"Sh*t.." she takes her bag off her back and takes out cleaning supplies:+ gauze, alcohol-free wipes, etc.. she cleans the wound thoroughly, wincing as she's doing it

"That son of a b*tch" she wraps her leg tightly but not too tight with a pressure bandage to the damaged vessel then relaxes, taking a flask out of her front pocket on her bag to drink