Lydia cringed at the loud noises the others made, briefly hearing the aggressive dude that threw her bow earlier and some other guy arguing. To her, it sounded heated, but she knew she didn't wish to see that aggressive guy again, not if she wanted to be killed by him. Hearing the lady shout at the entrance, Lydia could only barely stop herself from slapping her forehead and yelling out some not-so-nice curses in retaliation. [i]So much for a quiet scavenge.[/i] Lydia hastily grabbed at the plastic torch that was shoved into her hands by the second male, tightening her grip at it. "But wait! What about Finn?" She asked, "we need to help-" 

With one shot of the man's shotgun, Lydia jumped back, slipping the torch into her utility belt and grabbing hold of her bow tightly so she could defend herself and the man if necessary. "IF YOU WANT YOUR BOTTLE BACK, DON'T DIE!" She yelled, deciding since the walkers knew of their location already, there was no point trying to keep silent.

Lydia chased after the man, not knowing where to go since this was her first time in this particular Walmart. As she saw one undead stomping towards them with one hand outstretched like a classic zombie and a Walmart uniform, Lydia pulled back on the sting, her body straight as she let go; the arrow flying into the eye. The dead employee let out a screech, trying to swat away the arrow but Lydia then rushed towards it, slicing the head clean off with a meat cleaver that was hooked onto her side, covered by her jacket previously. As the head rolled onto the floor, she reached down, plucking the arrow out of the eye with a grimace and wiping it carefully with a shirt that was hung from the clothing racks beside her before rushing after the man, now lost.