Spying out the broken window Tiffany noticed that a bunch of zombies had inhabited the area. She took Amy out from under her shirt and set her down on the cold tile floors. There was no way she could execute all the zombies with tiny hunting knife. She had lost all hope then. Although none of these zombies had noticed her, yet. It had already started pouring and some of the ice cold droplets traveled through the broken window and onto her pale skin. Amy had sat loyal next to Tiffany while she thought. Unless there was some magical fairy to kill all of these horrid things, she was doomed.