Lillah came upon a dead man. Upon crouching beside him, she noted that a bullet had been put through his head. Frowning, her gaze wandered the area--zombies. Or rather, their bodies. She wrinkled her nose before her turning her attention back to the man. [i]Maybe he was with someone and got bit,[/i] she thought. [i]So they had to put him down.[/i] Her jaw clenched and she blinked away the tears before they came. "Dammit!" she growled, standing up and kicking the body out of frustration. She drew in a deep breath through her nose and looked around. "Focus on shelter," she reminded herself. The sun had lowered even further and the kill seemed fresh. As she started walking, she debated whether or not she'd even want to find the person who did this. On one hand, having someone to rely on would be helpful. On the other, they could just weigh her down.