[There were always worse things.
That was her consolation. They were all miraculous survivors of an explosion and had limited resources, living in the wreckage for the foreseeable future, but there was no persistent enemy, no army with the sole aim of trying to kill them. So as far as Canada could tell, things were fine because they could be worse. And then they got worse.]
A: Day 2, around town
[She hasn't encountered one of those cannibalistic beings yet, instead Canada's just looking around for useful things and people she's worrying about. Things are bound to go wrong eventually, though.]
B: Day 2, near where 1447 Mitchell Road used to be
[And now that there's panic to be had, she's trying to outright the things, get away from them before they can get to her, and also make sure they don't hurt those she's trying her hardest to help. Anyone outside of the basement on her way back is getting shouted at.]
Get inside! Now!
C: Day 3, 1447 Mitchell Road, basement
[Things are pretty quiet in here now, subdued at least, because everything is awful. Canada's starting to feel warn out, but she won't complain, instead working with that rations and supplies they have to make sure those that are there with her are comfortable and looked after.]