Tzofia was jolted awake by the discordant thunder of rapid gunfire. She dove behind a table, expecting the window to shatter from bullets, or bodies, or something, something would surely come sailing through the window, splintering the boards and probably trying to kill her. Something was on the roof, but she never saw it. A huge blast shook the building and everything around it, and she hunkered down behind the table even more. Surely something would come, something was going to come.

But nothing did.

Cautiously she peaked out from behind the table, Glock at the ready as she rose slowly from her kneeling position, nearing the gap in the boards on the window to look out at the surrounding city. Her eyes widened as she saw what seemed to be a small horde laying in the streets, heads still snapping but for some reason, not walking. 

"The hell happened...?" she whispered in surprise before she pulled back from the window. This meant there were survivors somewhere, she didn't know where but they were there, clearly. Scooping up the rucksack that'd been lying forlornly near the window, she gave the small resturaunt one last visual sweep for anything to take with her. She'd already cleared the back area of any food that hadn't already spoiled, and there had even been some bottled water, but there was nothing left worth taking that she'd not already crammed into the bag. 

The door of the restaurant had gotten stuck in the time since she'd barred it with a table and locked it with a chain. Even after dragging away the table and pulling off the chain, the door took considerable effort to force open.

Stepping out into the street, she looked left and right at the carnage she'd been avoiding within the somewhat safe confines of the restaurant. An acrid stench burned her nostrils, and she hurried to don her gas mask- just in case there was something truly foul in the air. She fingered the grip of her Glock, but kept the pistol holstered as she instead pulled out a matte black tomahawk, constantly on watch for any shambling figures. 

Where had they gone? Surely they couldn't be too far, there weren't that many safe pla-

"Hey! Hey!"

A shout pulled her attention to the top of a nearby building -apparently the source of the explosion judging by the cloud of smoke- and the figure standing on top of it. He was waving at something, not her, but something in a different building...

She had to get to him, he obviously knew other survivors, and the more potential allies, the better. The only problem was the growing horde of undead at the base of the fire escape, obviously drawn by the explosion and now his shouting. "Idiot." She swore under her breath, looking around for some sort of distraction for the undead. Nothing but abandoned cars, but plenty of those. An idea sparked in her mind and she ran for the nearest one- a pickup that proudly proclaimed it had a V8 diesel engine. Definitely loud enough.

The door was missing, it looked to have been torn from the frame, probably along with the vehicle's owner. The keys however, were still in the ignition. Poor bastard, so close to escaping the horde, but so far.

However, this worked in her favor, she wouldn't have to hotwire the vehicle, which made things simpler. All she had to do was make the truck go and not stop until it hit something or ran out of fuel, whichever came first. A quick search turned up some wire which would work nicely, and she hastily tied the accelerator with the wire, rigging it so that all she would need to do was pull hard and jump, and the truck would keep going without her. Maybe it wasn't the most original idea, but it would work, she hoped.

Preparations complete, she hopped inside the vehicle. Its interior was spacious, and more than one bloodstain soiled what must have been at least somewhat tasteful upholstery. Not bothering to shout to the man on the roof of the nearby building she turned the key in the ignition. 

Miraculously, the truck started, the diesel engine growling noisily as she revved it to catch the attention of the nearby undead and, hopefully, the man trapped by them on the rooftop. Flooring the accelerator, she barreled down the crowded street in the truck until she was less than ten meters away from the horde. Yanking on the wire, she felt the accelerator leave her foot and press against the floor of the truck, and the steering wheel lock up, keeping the truck on a straight course. She grinned, it worked. 

Then she jumped.

Managing to land in a rolling motion, Tzofia quickly stumbled to her feet to see the horde chasing after the rapidly moving vehicle. It was kind of a shame, that would've been a nice truck to have before the infection. Shaking her head, she wasted no time in hurrying to the now clear fire escape and shouting up at the man, who could hopefully hear her, "Come on! They're going to be chasing that for a while. Move your ass before we both get eaten!"