Lyra made peace with herself- closing her eyes and taking a few last calming breaths as she waited for them to get her. She couldn't move anymore- she was too damn exhausted. She briefly wondered if she should pray, honestly wishing she believed in some sort of God so she would feel better about giving up like this. The sounds of the growling, moaning, gasping and trampling were catching up to her and she mused how it would feel to become their next meal. Would there be enough of her to become one of them or would she be destroyed? Nihility at its finest.
Her morbid thoughts were suddenly broken by several gun shots in rapid succession. Lyra barely knew what the noise was and then she felt warm breath on her face and her eyes shot open- Zombies didn't have warm breath. Who the Fuck was this?
"Come on, get up…" An Asian boy was nearly pulling her onto her feet with strength she probably wouldn't have thought he possessed from looking at him, and Lyra tried to stand, but couldn't put her weight on one of her legs and cried out. She was having a sort of sensory overload. Moments ago she had been ready to die, and now there were people around her. Alive. Saving her. This was happening too fast; even her adrenaline was having a hard time kicking in again.
Dropping to a knee involuntarily, Lyra was speechless, unable to quite comprehend the sudden turn of events and eyes streaming from the pain that shot through her leg. "Fuck, move Glenn!" Came another voice, much more gruff than Glenn's and within moments, the young woman had been picked up and thrown over the shoulder of the man that... was not Glenn. Like a rag doll, she felt a strong arm wrapped around her waist, gripping her so tight she was sure she wouldn't fall.
And like a damsel in distress, Lyra passed out. In the future, it would be a detail that embarrassed her most, and something she would vehemently deny.