Zoie crouched down low on the gurney. She knew what she was about to attempt was as crazy as trying to rope a greased pig but when pushed into a corner people did odd things. Come on, it couldn't be any more difficult than mud surfing right? Just hold on tight, jump and roll. You know, that psycho Bruce Lee shit. Just with real consequences. But something had to be done. Eaters were at the door, decent people were inside. Trying an old fashion toss and bash could really just end up with a lot of people getting bit or killed in her mind. Least this way, if things went down below the Mason Dixon line the Walkers would be distracted by one body instead of many.
As Ash yelled go, she took a deep breath and felt the gurney jut forward. Gripping the edge tight she held on. The wheels squeaking and rattling against the cold marble of the buildings floor. The Biters attention being drawn to the noise and movement as she was shoved into the crowd biting and snapping at her. The gurney crashed into the rotting moving flesh and she let go. Using the momentum to drive her forward as she leapt up and over the crowd. Bony fingers reaching up, clamoring for a taste of moving flesh. She could feel their hands trying to pull her down, this was not the type of manhandling she enjoyed.
The shove had been strong enough to get her over the majority of the crowd but not all of them; her body tucking as her shoulder slammed into the back outer row of Walkers. Sending her and several of the should be dead crashing into the concrete below. Her shoulder slammed hard into the ground, she knew instantly it would leave one hell of a mark in the morning. Their hands on her as the others turned and began to come at her. A kukri blade to ones skull, an elbow to anothers chest and she sprang from under the oncoming tidal wave of rotters threatening to descend on her. Scraping up her knees as she as she dove for the fallen walker from before to retrieve her other blade. Sheathing both behind her back as she spun around and taking her shotgun into her grip. Pumping it she fired into the crowd, low as to not hit any of the living but to hobble those coming at her and create enough noise to keep them coming at her and distracted from the others trying to get out.
Slowly she stepped back, her body turned slightly so she could take quick glimpses behind her to ensure she didn't trip and fall. Bitches always tripped and fell in horror flicks when they walked backwards. "Move yer asses like a good ol' boy is wanting to make you squeal like a pig!" she yelled back towards the group as she reached the street. A walker coming up to her from the left turning and bashing the things head in with the butt of her shotgun, sending it to the ground. A couple of more hits to the gnawing head and it finally stopped moving.
The streets were full of Walkers and it was a dangerous undertaking to be out there then but she knew the Eden folk all too well. They would be waiting and ready, but they were not above taking a risk to get some flesh to take back to Adamm. Why she was out there, she intended to use herself as bait. Pumping the shotgun once again, the butt covered in brain matter and blood as she braced it against her shoulder she fired off another low shot to bring several more down to their knees with the spray of buckshot.
*Dice Rolls and Randomization took it easy on everyone this round. Keep moving and searching, you're safe for now.