Snippet #2484451

Jade continues to run, having to shove a zombie out of the way more than once. She's over the fence before Ryan can even get to the gate, bolting into the open barn and leaping up the ladder to the upper level. She sits as far in the corner as she can, looking down at her bloodstained hands and wondering if it's hers. She's quite traumatised and her head is still pounding like a bass drum, so she curls up into a ball upon a stack of hay, her breathing heavy and irregular. This was not her day, not at all.

(Sorry bout the short post. Couldn't think of much else to say. XP)