The first man she had encountered asked for his gun back and, in the present situation, she thought it wise. With just one armed man, a wounded girl, and a vigilante sniper their chances seemed incredibly low. Suddenly the crummy apartment sounded like a palace.
Destiny looked to her arm and then to the infected outside. "Can they..." The first time she said it her voice came out a mere whisper so she repeated herself. "Can they...Smell me..." Lifting a hand off her wound the blood began to drip down her arm and onto the floor. "Blood...They...Can't smell it can they..." She inspected her bloodied and yet uninjured hand before placing it back on her cut. Remembering her brother being torn to shreds in front of her eyes she started to shake harder. The number of infected outside had grown as uncomfortably high as the number of humans inside. "Is there..A way out..We can't stay here." Her voice had returned to a whisper as she spoke to the men.