This was getting really....REALLY fucked up! First bugs, then zombies, now...zombies with guns! "Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Go!" Maria, eventhough she admired the courage of this young girl, still yelled to her to leave, run for her own sake and leave Maria to deal with this plague-infested son of a bitch. Bullets were ricocheting everywhere, bouncing off the sullied walls of rotting wood and cracked drywall, one precariously grazing Maria across the cheek, almost a killshot there had it not bounced off her respirator. Thinking quickly, however, the lightning girl extended her hands outwards, and soon around her surged an orb of static electricity, sparking and fizzing as it engulfed the two fighting women. Now bullets were bouncing off the lightning shield...or rather being repelled by the negative ions counteracting the deadly lead and brass. Finally the shooting stopped....and there before them stood the walking dead himself. "Flint!" Maria hissed beyond the veil of lightning, gritting her teeth in such disdainful rage to the rotting corpse shambling towards them. "Figured Marcus would send his mangiest dog to bite me! Why don't you do me a favor and tell him to fuck off? You should do the same too before I fry your rotting ass again!"