She darted and weaved through the wreckage of cars and even a few stragglers that turned their attention her way. She hadn't encountered any of them that could move beyond a shuffle so outrunning them wasn't the problem, hiding from them was. Pumping her arms for speed she took off down an alleyway. 

A few faint words make it to her ears through the sound of blood throbbing in her temples, “Take a right!”

She couldn't be sure if she had actually heard the words or not. She turned her head over her shoulder. Someone was running after her. She didn't look long enough to see if it was an infected or otherwise, it didn't matter. She came to a crossing in the alleyway and she skid to a halt, but only for a second. The path ahead was blocked by a fence with razor-wire, and the left had a stray infected who now turned its attention her way. Without another thought she darted off to the right.

Sweat rolled down her forehead with each heavy breath. Her eye then caught something that might just prove to be her salvation, a ladder. It was an old black metal ladder suspended some distance off the ground. It clearly was part of a fire escape structure that lead all the way to the roof. It would be perfect, at least for now. The trick now, was getting up to reach it. She doubted she could jump that high, she was nowhere near tall enough with her 5'3” stature, not to mention the weight of her supplies. Yet, she had to try or die. She pushed herself. Eeking out a bit more speed from her weary body she jumped at the wall attempting to gain just a bit more height to reach the bottom rung of the ladder. Her fingers grazed the cool metal but it proved to be too high, she fell back down the the concrete, the weight of her supplies putting pressure on her back with the hard landing. It hurt, but hell, she hurt all over as it was. She quickly looked around but not backwards, not wanting to see the speeding figure closing fast on her. 

A filled up trashcan caught her eye and she threw it to the ground and using she could finally reach the ladder. With a heave she pulled herself up, her muscles protested the strain, but she managed. She reached the first deck of the escape before she looked down at the speeding figure below, for the first time actually taking in some detail. It was a young man, tall and tan running behind. How she managed to beat him here was something she could only attribute to adrenaline. He didn't seem malevolent, but she wasn't about to take anymore chances. She bolted up the stairs to the roof. 

Stepping to the middle of the roof she never let her eyes off of where he would emerge should he follow. She pulled up her shirt slightly to reveal the pistol stuffed into her pants. Her hand wrapped around the grip nervously and her chest heaved with each heavy breath as her long hair began to stick to the sweat on her face and on her lips. She waited.