Mary bit on a piece of sweet liquorice. It was her own pain reliever as she rolled up the sleeve of her blouse. While sucking on the candy, she peeled off the bandage that was covering her wound. It wasn't a big one, but painful nonetheless. It was stupid, of all the ways someone could get hurt lately, she got a nasty cut while trying to get out of a window. Luckily she was just wearing her tank top then, so the rest of her clothes were fine. Though she had not been in a clothes shop, she didn't expect there was much left to get a new jacket.

She tended to the wound quickly, knowing she had to get out of this place. Car alarms had been going off, paired with shots. People were around, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. She rolled her sleeve down and put on her jacket. It had been a while since the gunshots.  There were far at first, but the last shot was right in front of the boarded up house Mary was in. She didn't dare to peek out then. Surely, it would be safe right now. She had waited at least half an hour, or was it more?

She patted her right leg and felt the gun still strapped there. Then she grabbed her hiking bag from the chair it was resting in and swung it over her shoulder, placing it securely on her back. She walked over to the front door and listened for a bit. She didn't want to run into any of those creeps. After she deemed it safe she opened the door and looked out, only to be startled by a man running across the lawn of the house and didn't seem to notice her at all. She looked towards the way he was coming from and saw one of the dead trying to get on it's feet again. 

Mary blinked two times before she could process what was going on, and then looked around her in the hallway for something, anything. She grabbed a pointy umbrella and ran out of the house and towards the horrible looking dead man. With a quick swipe of the umbrella against his shins, the dead man fell flat on his face. Before he could get up, Mary slammed on his head with the umbrella, surprised by her own willpower. When it wasn't moving anymore, she looked up to scan the road for the man that ran.