What the fuck was that idiot doing yelling like that?! Didn't he know that any sound whatsoever attracts zombies like files on shit? And sure enough, here they came, the festering and groaning throngs of undead mayhem heading straight for Izzy and Michael, all thanks to that asshole no less. "Oh fuck this!" Izzy loudly interjected. Immediately, she took off sprinting behind Michael across the floor, all while the groans and screams grew louder behind them. She could feel their hot, putrid breath against her neck while she ran for it, her eyes only dead on the store just inches from them. "Fucking book it, man!" She yelled, as the zombies were damn near killing distance from them now. One fuck up would be all Izzy needed and she was a goner, one more splatter of blood and gore against the white tile. 

Still tailing behind her new friend here, she was able to execute the same slide under the gate, but a little too far in and hitting her head against a metal shelf. "Oww! Conjo! That fucking hurt!" Izzy groaned, making sure the back of her skull wasn't fucking caved in and bleeding like stink, but thankfully no damage done, except for a major throbbing where her head impacted with the damn thing. She looked up rubbing the back of her head, and once she made eye contact with one of the survivors....she had a feeling she probably died and went to heaven. This girl, she was...in Izzy's most honest opinion of her....she was hot! [i]Ooh damn...me gusta mucho...[/i] If this were anime, Izzy's nose would be spraying blood right now. Quickly, she got up and dusted herself off, removing the ballistics mask she stole from the knife store before introducing herself...mainly to this ravishing beauty. "Eh...hola. I'm Izzy." Wait....was she blushing? Oh shit....