Gabriella ducked into an old warehouse as she attempted to get away from the two undead that were following her. Germans, zombies, the occasional soldier that hadn't seen a live woman in quite some time. She was running a lot those days.<br/><br/>When she heard the sound of someone over a radio, the singer's head shot up and she looked around the warehouse. Three desks, twenty something boxes, it was too much to look through, until she caught the direction the voice came from. She rushed to a desk and started to rifle through boxes first.<br/><br/>Papers, papers, papers. Nothing there. Then, she started pulling on drawers. There it was! The com radio, the same type she'd seen so many times during her travels.<br/><br/>"He- Hello? This is Gabriella Dumas.. I'm... I don't know where I am." She said. "But I can follow directions." She blinked. What was she supposed to say. "Is anyone there?"