A sickening [i]crack[/i] echoed among the debris. The undead dropped...just dead in front of Lillah and she hesitantly lowered her shaking bat, breathing heavily. "For fuck's sake," she panted, looking around for any other zombies. After assuring that she only stumbled upon a single wanderer, she nudged its head with her baseball bat, making sure it was down for good. Satisfied by its lack of reaction, she collapsed where she stood, and let out a sigh of relief. The bat [i]clunked[/i] beside her and she wiped her brow free of sweat with the back of her hand. The adrenaline was still running, so she drew in deep breath after deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She was dressed in cargo pants and a tanktop--on her back a book bag sat stuffed with canned food and a heavy hoody for the cold nights.