It took every once of restraint in Cassie not to scream when she saw that zombie so close to them. She bit the inside of her cheek, wincing when he suddenly moved, throwing the disgusting thing against the dumpster, the voices of what had to be nearby aliens rising a they got closer,. After whacking the zombie in the head with his crowbar, he made a bolt for it, her holding on tightly as he slid around corner and was moving non-stop. She felt bad that he was having to carry her. He was obviously very worn out by the time he staggered over to a potential get away car. Cassie slid down off his back and into the passenger seat when he opening the car door for her. She fumbled with her seat belt, finally getting it on just as she heard the engine roar to life. 

Nodding to herself, she looked around them. There were still a few zombies around, but this cold had slowed them down substantially. Noticing that, she wasn't too worried about the zombies coming after them. No, she was ore worried if the aliens would find their trail and come after them. She held on tightly and leaned back, trying to relax and keep herself calm as to not aggravate her fever any more, a nervous look on her face, "How far north do you think we have to go before they stop coming after us?" She asked, looking over at him, a deep frown on her face.