Jenna held her Katana tightly in her right hand, and her S&W in her left. She could try running, but she wasn't likely going to get very far. She could try fighting, she was confident in her aim. She was sure she could take down at least as many as was left in the remaining gun clip. After that...well, her Katana could at least provide some protection. However, as she was calculating what was going to be her best course of action, a shot rang out and one of the Zombies fell to the ground. At first she was slightly confused, but realized that whoever was on top of that tower was probably helping. Well, no sense in running then. 

She grinned and fired off a shot of her own, sending one of zombies right to the ground. She got off two more shots, dropping another and stumbling another, before the zombies had made it to her. Dodging an attack from one, she sliced its head clean off with a counter from her blade. However, she didn't see one coming up on her side. It lunged at her, and got her right on her right shoulder. Grimacing in pain, she elbowed the zombie, knocking it off of her. She quickly turned and fired another round, hitting the zombie in its shoulder before firing again and putting it down for good this time.

She turned to see most of the others were killed, probably offed by whoever was on that tower. Okay, maybe she wouldn't kill him. Just punch him in the face maybe. She took a deep breath to recollect herself, and made sure there were no more zombies around. She walked towards the street, in an attempt to greet whoever was on the top of that tower.

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Cristoph made it inside of the pickup, just barely. One of the zombies threw itself against the passenger door, latching on to it and giving him a grizzly view of the fate that awaited him should he get killed by these things. Panting, he slammed the drivers door shut. He was safe from these things, for now, but it wouldn't be long before the undead broke the windows and attempted to either get in or drag him out. Now, he just needed the keys...where were they? After a few seconds of searching, he was relieved to find them in the ignition. He turned the keys, and the truck roared to life.

[b]"Hah! Alright, alright...good."[/b] He shifted the truck out of park, and put it into drive. He floored the gas pedal, and smashed the zombies that were attempting to get in. One decided to be a pain in the ass however. One decided hanging onto the front of the truck was a good way to try to get him. He got up to speed, then slammed on the breaks, turning the truck hard and causing the zombie on the front to loose its grip and slide off, crushing its head under one of the tires. With the zombies gone, and the horde behind him left in the dust, he began to drive towards the church.