Chantelle looked at the person and growled.
"Hi. I will come and chat soon. Okay I need to find the bastard who fucking shot me. Sorry."
Running back out the door, she looked up and seen the guy on the rooftop and headed towards the building, getting her knife out and opening the door. Peering around, she walked up the stairs, making sure no zombie tried to eat her and no fucker tried to kill her.