Wandering back into town, Crimson headed for the store. Dale again directed her to the hospital for another hated exam. Well, she had to work to get supplies before going back into the fringe and working on her pet project. So far, a few fallen limbs had served to make a sustainable base for a small tree foundation she could sleep on. One less thing to worry about, getting bit while sleeping. Infected couldn’t climb trees, now could they? Trudging her way back to the store, to stock up on some supplies, she worked on the logistics in her head of constructing something to shelter herself from the elements for now. She’d just work on surviving right now.