Brandon pulled out his gun, flicking the safety off, and prepared to shoot. No Walkers stumbled out, much to everyone's relief. However, there was someone sitting in the driver's seat. The woman didn't move, even when Brandon called out. Cautiously he went to the driver's door and opened it. The woman was older, about in her fourties or fifties. Her head was lolled to one side, her eyes closed, her body limp and arms splayed at her side. She didn't seem to have any injuries, but when Brandon checked her pulse there was none."

"She's dead," Brandon declared. "She doesn't have any visible wounds, so maybe a heart attack or something."

Lydia came to stand beside Brandon and peered at the woman curiously. She thought for a moment, then made a decision, though it was a bit hard.

"We should make sure she stays dead," Lydia decided. "We don't know how this thing works--how people are turning into zombies. It's better to take precautions."

"You think we should destroy the brain?" Brandon asked.

Lydia nodded. "I think we should destroy the brain. But let's do it quietly. We don't know if noise draws those things, and we need to conserve ammo. A knife should do."