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[Nods her head in the direction of a group of zombies and makes a hand signal to a man across the way. She's ready to make this work. She thinks back on the last time their small band of survivors tried to destroy a group of more than a dozen zombies, and it hadn't ended well. They had lost a key member of their explosives team, and it was all thanks to her being just a few seconds late on getting to her designated position. Plagued by her guilt, she was more than ready to make up for it.]

[Whispers to herself] Don't fuck this one up. Can't let it happen again.

[She sees the signal to spring the trap. This is it. She jumps down from her hiding place, causing the undead to look her way. She pulls out her gun and blows a hole straight through one of their heads.] Hey! Over here!

[As the group starts to lumber towards her, she grits her teeth and stands her ground. It was time to put these things down.]

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Skidding to a halt at the end of an alley, Jo spun around just in time to bash a zombie in the side of the head with a lead pipe. She wasn't surprised this happened, after all she was the one who had to set an alarm to wake herself in the morning. But couldn't she just have one morning that didn't involve her being chased by creatures that wanted to tear her to shreds?

Lifting up the lead pipe, she brought it down again on the same zombie, bashing its head open in the process. As it fell to the ground, Jo figured it best to just finish the thing off, bringing down blow upon blow turning the zombie's head into a gooey mess. She never felt bad for disposing of the creatures in anyway she could. They were no longer living beings with feelings or though patterns. Certain it wasn't going to get back up, she stared at the four other zombies making their way towards her. Luckily she had enough time to pull out her Desert Eagles and plug the damn things between the eyes, destroying whatever matter was left beneath their misshapen skulls.

Putting away her pistols, she climbed over a fence separating the alley with a main street. After a few minutes of walking down the road she heard a scream coming from a block down. This wasn't the first time she'd heard the screams of innocent victims, and it certainly wasn't going to be her last. She thought about whether or not she should bother to help them, after all, wasn't self preservation more important? It wasn't her fault if others didn't know how to fight like she could. Just as she was going to continue on her way she heard something she couldn't avoid, the sound of a small child. She cursed, thinking of how cruel she had been to even consider walking away.

As the sound of their screaming increased, so did the speed of Jo's feet as they hit the pavement. Turning the corner to where the scream came from, she saw the young woman and the child trapped in a corner, with roughly a handful of undead almost upon them. Taking out one of her guns, she was able to blast one in the back of the head. She had learned long, before to make sure to aim for the head, always the head, particularly between the eyes. It was one of the best ways to get the bullet to hit the brain.

With the fall of their comrade, two of the zombies turned to see Jo running towards them. She no longer had her gun out, seeing as she was down to just four bullets. Her eyes scanned the street for a blunt object. Finding a nice thick board, she stopped for a second to pick it up before continuing on her way. This should work nicely, she thought, continuing on her path toward the group. She could clearly see the faces of the woman and child, a boy, with tears streaming down their cheeks.

“Get down!” she shouted, as she slid in front of the zombies, swinging the board around.

The zombies that hadn't seen her coming were clearly taken aback by her sudden attack, and took the board upside their heads. The two that had seen her before however, were able to step back, avoiding the hit. With a look of determination, Jo ducked down and blasted one of them in the stomach, causing the once living man to bend forward. Taking this to her advantage, Jo swung the board up and cracked him in the jaw, sending him into the second zombie.

Turning towards the frightened duo, she shook their shoulders. “Come on. We have to get out of here.” Not waiting for a response, she grabbed their shirts and lifted them up, pulling them behind her as she ran back towards the main road.

Looking up and down the street, she didn't see anyone around. “My name's Jo. I think the two of you should stick with me until I can get you someplace safe,” she said, turning around. She looked them over making sure they weren't injured, because then she'd have to kill them; and that she could do with no remorse. Once someone was infected, there was no turning back, and Jo wasn't about to let herself be turned into one of those things.

The young woman came to her senses first, and she nodded her head slowly. “I'm Dawn. This is my brother Micheal. Thank you so much for saving us.”

At that, Jo smiled. Looking down the way they just came, she saw that the zombies were making their way to them. “Time to go.” The other two made no protest, as the three of them ran down the main street heading towards the safe house.
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