Since she was only begrudgingly tagging along because Erin had asked her to, Elizabeth didn't have any objections.  Her mind was elsewhere as Kenjen broke down the plan, but she'd managed to catch just enough so she wouldn't have to ask any questions.  After handing out weapons to protect themselves with, they piled inside the van.  Kenjen and Gwen took the front seat with Dallen and Lucy next.  That left her in the back with Blake who shamelessly kept his eyes on the woman in the front the entire time.  Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

Arriving at the hospital they broke up into their groups and went their separate ways.  Leaves littered the entrance to the hospital where the doors had been propped open.  The only light in the building came from the windows which made the hallway in front of them pitch black.  It gave her the creeps.  The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as every little sound managed to alert her.  A squirrel stood on one of the tables eating a nut before scurrying away.  “Why am I always going into the dark and scary places?” she muttered to herself.  From hiding out in the sewers, trekking in the tunnels beneath the church, and now an abandoned hospital—her life had somehow turned into every bad horror movie ever made within the last four days.

Glancing over when Kenjen said her name, she felt herself relax a little when he mentioned Erin.  “No,” she replied.  A smile gracing her face when he mentioned that the girl trusted her, she said, “She just likes everyone.”  There wasn't a person they'd come across yet that the girl hadn't taking a liking or a trust to—which was a bit concerning if they ever came across the wrong people.  Fortunately, she was a good listener and, so far, the little girl seemed to respect her authority and listen when she told her to do something.  She only hoped it would stay that way.  “I do have a son though,” she admitted, refusing to use the past tense.  “Maybe it's my maternal instincts.”

Though a thought occurred to her that hadn't before.  What about Erin?  Since the little girl had lost both of her parents, Elizabeth had been the one taking care of her.  Being trapped together, the two had developed a bond.  But she couldn't in good conscience take her away from the safety of a place like the ranger station to drag her along on a mission that Elizabeth would probably never even finish.  Then again, she couldn't just leave her there either.  

A loud shriek echoing in the distance from the other side of the building interrupted her thoughts and sent a chill down her spine.  “Shit,” she hissed.  Under the impression that the hospital was empty, she knew with how fast those things were they didn't have a lot of time.  Since Lucy was busy packing up supplies in her own bag, Elizabeth tossed her own in her direction so the woman could keep the momentum going.  Pulling out the weapon, she pointed it towards the ground as she readied herself for anything.  Moving towards one of the widows, she peered out through the blinds just in time to see Blake scrambling to get in the van.  “Why is he-” she started to say only for it to suddenly dawn on her what was happening.  “That mother-!” she yelled out, her voice echoing through the empty hallways.  The dead right on his heels, the large group was close enough to the hospital to engulf it.  

As fast as she could, Elizabeth ran towards the open doors and shut them, pushing the lock up to keep it secured although it wouldn't hold for long if they decided to press against the door due to the sheer amount of them out there.  With no sign of Dallen or Gwen anywhere, she hoped they were somehow still alive.  Without any time to dwell on it, she went back to her own team.  “We gotta go,” she told them, looking back towards the doors as they started to bow from the weight on the other side.