Tzofia buried her tomahawk in the skull of another zombie. Another one came too close and she whipped around, smashing the weapon into its temple. They were everywhere. She looked around for a potential escape route, there was no way she could kill this many, surrounded as she was. The undead were everywhere, blocking off any potential escape routes she could see. Except... that side doo-

A rotting hand reached for her shoulder and she smashed it away, delivering a quick kick to its owners body and sending the zombie pitching backwards into several others. 

She looked back to the side door. Whatshisface had kicked it open and helped the injured Colonel to it.

"You coming pretty girl?"

She raised an eyebrow at him, burying the spike of the tomahawk in a zombie's eye socket as she did so. Glancing ahead of herself, she glimpsed a small opening and took it, rushing through the small gap in the wall of rotting flesh. 

"Well, much as I'd love to stay here and entertain these wonderful individuals, they're a bit smelly and frankly I don't like that look they're giving me. So I just might take you up on your offer."

Sliding along the wall to the currently empty doorway, she grabbed one zombie -after braining it- and hurled the emaciated ghoul in the general direction of its fellows, toppling several of them and giving her a large enough window to rush through the doorway and shut it forcefully behind her; barricading it with a pipe and a nearby trash can and leaning against the wall to take a quick breath. 

"It's almost like," she paused, taking another breath of surprisingly clear and untainted air, "there's a whole city of those things after us or something." She grabbed a rag and began wiping off the gore on her tomahawk, "Now that we're out of there, do you have any idea where we are or a place that's at least not [i]swarming[/i] with shambling corpses hungry for the flesh of the living, less-than-pretty-boy?"