A trusty BH-48 plasma pistol, made for a black ops division of the US Armed Forces to kill monsters and destroy the evidence. A monomolecular survival knife, advertised to hold its amazing edge for a century, and holding it well for at least half that time thus far.

Two bits of trusty technology from the Eldritch Age, they are the Apocalypse Fox's signature weapons for good reason. No magnum nor shotgun, no baseball bat nor machete, can quite replace this blaster and knife. One a gift from her late surrogate father, the other a gift from the first friend she'd made.

The horrors of the overgrown land can take either one over her dead body. But until she finally dies as she's lived for the past couple years -- by the gun -- she'll certainly keep her weapons over her enemies' dead bodies instead.