As Jin continued to lead the walker away from the scene, her eyes were met by a man in the distance. He looked tall, and strong. Her immediate thought being how easily he could overtake her if he chose to. She froze instinctually, keeping quick glances on the walker now attempting to stand again. She waited a moment to see what he would do and to her surprise he… Waved…? At her? In such a friendly manner to boot.<br/><br/>It was a confusing gesture to her no doubt and baffled by it, she didn't react. Her impulse had been to run but it was clear the man had his own issues to contend with. She could only assume that it was that woman he'd arrived with, making a ruckus. And as the man gave her a last look, she still had not moved a muscle despite the walker gradually inching towards her. She was willing to take that risk.<br/><br/>Once he was out of sight, she returned her attention to the thing limping towards her. She peered behind her first before finally deciding she'd be better off making a quick getaway. And so she slammed the end of her bat into the deceased's skull and watched it slump to the ground with a thud before turning tail and walking swiftly back the way she'd come. But as she turned the corner on the street, she immediately flattened herself back around the corner against the wall. It was a small group of 4 or 5, but she knew how easily fighting off a small group could become contention with a hoard.<br/><br/>Undoubtedly the group was heading towards the gas station. And anyone who'd survived this long<i>must</i>know that all that noise was going to bring unto them the living undead. Right? She couldn't be sure with how abrasively that woman had begun swinging her gun around with such obvious disregard for the current state of things. And that little bit of humanity still left in her only just barely suggested to her that she go back and warn them. This thought bickering with the fact that they ought to have common sense by now and she wasn't responsible.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was the fact she could no longer go back the way she'd come and her only way was forward now, she made the less ideal decision. Who knew how many more walkers were making their way down that street, she certainly didn't want to find out on her own. Ducking down, she sped back across the street in the direction of the gas station. Turning the corner cautiously, she watched the group standing about squabbling as the woman just got onto her bike. Shaking her head at the decision to get involved, she frowned avidly.<br/><br/>"Psst,<i>Hey</i>!" She hissed in a whisper at them, in a slight crouch as she slowly approached from the opposite side of the street. She held her arms out in a nonthreatening stance, bat still firmly in hand. "Stupidheads, there's a group of undead coming this way. And I'm not sticking around to find out how many. You better move on." She spoke mostly to the woman and the man who'd come on the motorbike, her whisper stern but also pissed. They'd brought this down on them, it certainly hadn't been how she'd expected to spend her afternoon. And not everyone has a motorcycle they can simply jump on and escape the undead. Peering back at the Russian man brought back those memories of Russia just for a glimpse in her mind's eye.<br/><br/>Somehow she did her best to dig out the little bit of Russian she could manage to put together cohesively in order for him to understand. "Ey! Dolzhen idti." Even though she wasn't confident in it, she spoke with conviction as she stared him down. She nodded her head in the direction she intended to go.<br/><br/>(ey, dolzhen idti = hey, must go)