Below the city, Maria hammered nails into her wooden baseball bat, knowing the noise would bring any infected to her. She heard the infected approaching her small fortress, the smell of death flooding her nostril. "Alright... Who wants to play?" She asks the undead creatures that walk toward her as she stepped out from her cramped hideout. There were three of them, yet she kept a lookout for more. "I shall name you... Martha... Jason... and Bob." She pointed to each one as they approach, the nearest one going to grab her. "You want to play with me first, Martha? Okay..." She swung her bat, splattering blood everywhere as she hits Martha's head, knocking it clear off. "Who's next?" After killing the other two, she searched them for anything she may find useful. "No good toys to play with? Oh well..." She slinks back into her hole to finish creating her weapon. Later, she planned, to search for water.