Moving through the streets of New York had gotten a lot harder thanks to the MRD always sticking their noses everywhere. As if it was not already difficult for a woman that looked like a damn crocodile. Jasmine waited until the sun was good and gone from the sky to come up for some fresh air. Since her food supply was running pretty low, she needed to restock. The place to hit up would be a butcher shop. Her mouth almost watered as she thought about the many different cuts of meat that would be on display. Steak, ribs, pork, and chicken all sounded so delicious. With a hood pulled over her head, Jasmine strolled the streets of New York looking for a suitable place to hit up. Hopefully she would not run into any trouble while topside. She was not in the mood for fighting. Okay that was a bit of a lie. Jasmine was always up for a scrap. It was in her nature.
About four blocks into her walk, she hit a corner and saw a butcher shop that was calling her name. She looked to the left then to the right checking if anyone was watching her. The coast was clear. There were a couple of people here and there on the streets, but nothing she could not handle. Jasmine hissed with pleasure as she crossed the road. Going in through the front would be too obvious and make too much noise. Instead of doing that, she slipped into the alley at the left side of the building and headed over to the side door that was used to transport garbage and supplies through. Her clawed hands came from the pockets of the hoodie and flexed. Jasmine looked to the street before bringing her hand down on the door handle knocking it off completely. The broken door swung open. She smiled as she rushed inside.
Already the smells filled her nostrils overwhelming her senses. Jasmine pushed her way through to the front of the store where she stopped at the glass display that was housing the cow products. “Jackpot.” Jasmine laughed as she punched a hole right through the glass and broke away the rest with her arm. The young woman then slid behind the clerk counter and looked to the cash register. Money would do her no good so she ignored it. Instead she grabbed the roll of garbage bags and ripped one off. With as much food as she was about to take, it was going to come in handy.