[i]Oh, God.[/i] How awful that this man had seen his father die. Mattie wasn't entirely sure what it was like exactly to even have a father, but it must have been traumatic to watch that. She, for once, was grateful that her parents had died before she ever got to know them. Her gait was relaxed, though, when Nicholas spoke about how no one in his group was hurt and that the infected didn't seem to like the warehouse. Now this was a place she could hang around!

Swiftly her mind was changed by a very pale-looking little girl lunging for her. "Jesus, Mary, Joseph and company!" she shrieked and dove sideways clumsily just in time to avoid a face-full of dead person teeth. After that there was no hesitation. The crowbar swung in a wide arc and connected with the girl's head, sending a splatter of old-smelling blood into the air and making the attacker sprawl pathetically on the ground. Not sure if the child would get up again, Mattie ran into the warehouse after Nicholas with her chest heaving. She wasn't thinking right now. She was just getting ready to bash more dead brains in. 

Her eyes adjusted to the gloom and she spotted a gun of some sort on the far side, as well as an older woman. "I'll distract her!" she shouted, raised the crowbar, and charged.