Snippet #2133613

Lydia stared curiously at the bottle, she looked up at the man and sighed. "We have to get the hell out of here," she whispered to him, she was content on escaping. She felt physically sick staying in the store, especially as she could hear walker growls. Her heart was constantly racing, she felt as if she could have a heart attack. While Keith finished his tuna and the water she told him to leave it in the store, and told him her fairly small list of things. Judging by his uniform she knew what he did, and assumed he would know a nearby police station for ammo. "I don't suppose you know where the nearest police station is? I need .44 magnum rounds for my revolver," she called quietly.

While she zipped up her backpack one of the dead limped by, Lydia froze in horror, hiding by the clothes rack and hoped the incredibly strong perfume smell would hide her own scent. It went on its way and ignored the panicking survivors. She breathed a small sigh of relief, the more she conserved ammo the better.