[color=dodgerblue][i]Fuck. Just fucking great.[/i][/color]

The door being locked was now officially the least of her problems. Now, the only path to safety was blocked by one of the undead, and Morgan had to dispatch it quickly to avoid drawing attention from outside.

Her thoughts flicked back to moments ago, when she had to defend herself from her zombified girlfriend. These horrible... [i]things[/i] couldn't be alive anymore. They weren't a person, or at least they weren't who they once were. She had already bloodied her bat; the weapon coated in the gory remains of whoever she swung at in the alley while trying to escape. Yet, with all the chaos in the city, Morgan hadn't had the time to truly reflect on what it meant to kill one of the walking dead.

[color=dodgerblue][i]I couldn't do it to... I couldn't save Petra. I couldn't put her out of her of misery.[/i][/color]

Morgan took a deep breath, tightening her grip around the bat. Readying herself, [color=yellow]she swung at the door knob, hoping to break it somewhat loose so that the zombie inside could be taken care of.[/color]

[color=dodgerblue][i]But I.. I can do this. I'm going to live for you, Petra. I swear on it![/i][/color]