She widened her eyes at him when he suggested the idea, thinking that he was completely insane. She knew that if they were to do that, they had no chance of making it out alive, quite possible a negative chance, if that was even possible. She lowered her gun and shook her head, unaccepting of their inevitable fate. She didn’t bring him this far just for them to give up, even if it didn’t seem like they were, there wasn’t chance of survival with his crazy plan. She met his eyes, shaking her head again. “No, no way, you wouldn’t be able to try and run. We wouldn’t make it...” she thought to herself for a moment before settling on the reason for her argument.<br/><br/>She didn’t want him to die.<br/><br/>She didn’t care so much about herself, but he was smart, charming, and he could have a good life ahead of him. She closes her eyes and went to suggest something before she felt a kiss press to her cheek, making her turn and settle her gaze over him. She listened to how he spoke of his mom, and frowned sadly, reaching over and placing her hand on his shoulder. When he looked back to her she smiled and leaned into him, pressing a small kiss to his lips. It wasn’t suggestive, it was just...a kiss. She thought it seemed fitting. “You don’t need to worry about that, because you’re going to make it out.” She stayed sitting for a moment before standing, walking to the door.<br/><br/>She took out her second gun, one that had 4 bullets, and slid it to him. “See you on the other side,” she winked and leaned out the window, counting the bodies that were trying to enter the shed. She counted two, she could take on two. She watched as they were occupied with the door and climbed out the window, carefully pulling herself onto the top of the shed. Or, what was left of it. She straightened out and pulled the slide on her gun, whistling to get their attention. When they looked up, spotting her, they growled heavily. However, she wasted no time in emptying five bullets into the first dog with precison. She watched as he stumbled momentarily before falling to the ground in a heap. She smiled, but looked around, having lost track of the other dog. Though she would soon meet him.<br/><br/>She screamed out in surprise when the last remaining dog jumped up to the top of the shed, latching onto her foot and pulling her to the ground, though, her boot had prevented any serious injury. She hit the ground with a grunt, holding the dogs snapping jaws from her face with her arms. She growled, as if it would give her strength, and felt around for something on the ground. Her hands found its way into a rock and she drove it against the dogs head, making it yelp and fall off from on her. She scrambled up and feverishly looked for her gun, spotting it and running for it. The dog shook its head and got back up, running after her and grabbing her once again. She managed to grab the gun, turning so the animal was dragging her on her back and cried out at it, emptying the rest of her chamber into its skull.<br/><br/>She watched as the animal let go of her and backed up from the impact. It hadn’t killed it, but it had sent it off a cliff. She watched as it fell, sighing in relief and letting her head rest on the ground, laughing. Her chest heaving, she held her arm (the one she landed on) and stayed on the ground for a moment, in slight shock. She pulled her sleeve back down and pushed herself off the ground, inching her way back to the shed. She pried the door open and leaned against the wall, dropping her head with a small smile on her face. “Well, we’ve got time now, want to get to know me?” She laughed, sliding down the wall, tired.