She was about to open her mouth to say something, anything when a loud crash broke the silence. She whirled on her heel and cursed when she realized that their make shift barricade had given way to the undead on the other side of it. "Shit move! Now!" She ignored the other group as she quickly grabbed her bow and arrows and let them fly.
They hit their mark as her small group moved away from the walls towards the doorway where the others were. She flinched as the sound of gun fire resounded from next to her and an undead went down. "Hurry up follow the others!" She shook her head. "You guys go I can hold them-hey!" She gasped as the man grabbed her and shoved her behind him and backed them out of the room. Once they were in the hallway he shoved the door shut and grabbed her hand dragging her towards the others that were halfway down the hallway.
She curled her fingers around his hand and held onto it for dear life, she didn't know who he was just that she could trust him. She had to trust him, there was nothing else she could do, not in this new world. She frowned when she noticed both of their groups scatter but held tight to his hand as he lead her trough the winding hallways, moans and growls from the undead following them. She hoped to God, if there even was one, that her friends would be okay. But there was nothing she could do for them at this point in time except stay alive. She hopped they would do the same thing for her.