She got a response in a form of a yes, a store full of the undead. What were they doing in their shopping? The fact she could see them gathering near the store entrance was enough to make her turn round and just moving on but then something happened.

Like a blur things happened and rather quickly at that as she had no time to think. She also had no time to make snap decisions as something happened before she could react properly. Out of nowhere she heard a voice.

Female Voice 1 “Duck,”

She did not turn to see who it was; she just ducked like the voice said and before she knew it she could hear the sounds of one beating a corpse to a bloody pulp. She was soon standing up straight as she turned to see a woman behind her. With a shovel in her hands Kaylah wondered why she came from though she had no real time to react as something else happened.

Second Mystery Voice "Um, I come in peace.. I think that is what one is suppose to say when you don't have any white flags eh?"

Another two people appeared, in retrospect she wondered how she missed some of these people as she arrived here, were they 10 minutes behind or did they come in a different direction. She was silent as she overheard some chatter between the two people behind her making her turn once more to face them.

Female Voice 2 "We should go quickly. Those undead are going to notice us soon."

Kaylah soon looked to the left and then the right before noticing the horde of zombies. [i]‘Holy shit on a cracker’[/i] she thought to herself. Today was one of the weirdest days she has had in a long time as survivors jumped out of thin air, zombies were apparently shopping and two other people turned up without her noticing them. A few other things were said before hearing these words.

Female Voice 3 "Go. Go. Go." 

Suddenly Kaylah felt someone grab her hand like she was a kid at pre-school. Though the thing running through her mind at that time; she wondered if a scratched or bruise from the sudden hand grab had occurred. A sense of fear and uncertainly washed over her, it seemed to of scared her more than the undead. Once again she could not really get her bearings as she was pulled onwards. 

Male Voice "The forest,"

Male Voice "That way,"

Male Voice "The path is clear."

The dog was up front all of a sudden like a guard dog, the forest up ahead seemed empty as she began to sniff the place out. She was surprisingly calm as she moved point to point where she would turn her head and watch the human survivors come closer before dashing off to smell and sniff the place out. The dogs wet nose kept sniffing and collecting scents like dogs did. She of course also did a pee on the biggest tree she could see. This was her tree now though the chances of another dog taking it was low, undead dogs did not pee did they?