¿Looting?

(This should do for now) She thinks as she gathers all the supplies (food, water, necessities, etc.) into a bag. Her mind had been quite hazy for a while now... perhaps she was starting to seriously doubt why they were still there. At first, she seriously thought it would be a piece of cake: go in, take out the enemies, and get out. After all, she was a warrior at her peak, but... in war, individual strength is far from being a determining factor. She realized that the first day this meat grinder started. So... she lowered her expectations to simply contribute from the sidelines and wait for her employers to solve their own problem... then the plague scum proved to be even more terrifying, even with their vast numbers. Even fighting defensively had proven too dangerous, and Delta didn't seem likely to win anytime soon. Did she leave then? No, stubbornly, she stayed again and lowered her expectations to simply surviving, hidden in a corner. Why didn't she run away if she was terrified, if it was so dangerous? Was it because of... loyalty? Pride? Or... A sudden tremor jolts her awake.