Alice knew that this was probably a bad idea. Spotting the airport from where she was perched, her gut was telling her to turn back. Other places would have supplies. Other places wouldn’t be infested with undead.
But other places likely wouldn’t have such an abundance of food, shelter, or gas. Once the airlines were down, people scattered, which meant there was probably a lot available for the taking in this wasteland. It was a risk, a big one, but did she really have much of a choice?
On the plus side, she could also see if there were batteries or a radio. Any technology could be helpful, too, so she could scope out any intel on Umbrella.
With a sigh, she pocketed her binoculars and started towards the tarmac. She was well armed and with her speed and agility, she knew she’d be able to handle whatever was thrown at her -- zombie or otherwise.