Army snipers are solitary individuals by nature.  They might have a spotter that they work closely with,  But for the most part, they prefer to find a hidden spot on the top of a hill and take out targets from long distance, leaving the rest of the unit gathered below and ready for battle.  When Angie left the Army and became a cop, she chose an entirely different culture than the one she was leaving.  Community policing required the cops to become one with the neighborhood.  And Angie was the first to admit that she had trouble socializing with others.  As an Army sniper, she excelled.  As a cop, she sucked.  She tried to empathize with the people around her and to make friends, but her solitary nature tended to get in the way.<br/><br/>Sitting down behind the wall, Angie remained in place, trying to grapple with the realization that there were other living breathing people in her neighborhood.  Her first instinct was to ignore them.  When the apocalypse began, she'd tried to make friends with others.  But they either looked at her guns and backed away, scared.  Or they looked at her guns, wanting to take them from her, even if they had to kill her for them.  Or they looked at her guns and her boobs and saw her as fresh meat to prey upon.<br/><br/>She was certain there were still good people out there.  But she'd met too many psychopaths who acted friendly and normal until they got close enough to attack.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Uh w-wait!  Please."</span></b><br/><br/>Now what was that idiot yelling for?  He was going to wake up the rest of the monsters in the neighborhood.  But she couldn't yell out for him to be quiet.  Muttering a curse, Angie stood up and peered over the wall, exposing herself against her better judgement.  She ignored the three humans below, preferring to scan through her scope up and down the street to see if loudmouth had drawn the attention of anything non-human.  He had.<br/><br/>Six floors up, she could see further than the three on the ground.  There was a gathering of the monsters two blocks away and down a crossing street.  They would be visible to the three down below once they reached the intersection.  Was it the scent of deer that was attracting them, the scent of humans or the loud voice of the doofus below?  Angie decided it really didn't matter.  Picking up a rock off the terrace, she threw it at the head of the kid that had caused all the commotion.  And waited for one of them to look up so she could point in the direction where the monsters were about to appear.