Emily downshifted as the chopped ambulance plowed into a mass of zombies, the front end sporting an old 'cow pusher' plow.  The initial impact caught half a dozen of the mindless swarm at the ankles and knees, cutting them down instantly.  Heads impacting off top of the plow with several more impacting right on the hood.  Thick viscous blood spraying the cage covered windshield, causing the woman to instantly turn on the wipers before jerking the wheel to the side and narrowly avoiding an abandoned car in the middle of the road.  The sudden movement having the added bonus of flinging several zombies off that had clung to the broad vehicle.  Emily hoped to reach her destination before the remaining zombies had a chance to catch up.<br/><br/>Not long after she saw the twisted metal framework that had once been the pyramid sitting out in front of the Louvre.  From the look of her GPS, that appeared to be her destination.  Confirmed the moment she pulled up out front and several soldiers opened fire on a few stragglers still clinging to the vehicle.  Emily winced at the sharp rapport echoing across the roof.  Once they were clear, the heavy gates swung open long enough for her to pull the rig inside before they slammed shut once more.<br/><br/>Emily stood up from the driver's seat, hunched over a bit as she slipped into the back to snatch up her jump bag loaded with medical supplies.  There was always a need for something whenever she pulled into one of these outposts, and this one seemed far better supplied than most.  By the time she hopped out of the bck of the rig and slammed the door shut once more she was already being approached by someone in uniform.  The woman slung the bag up on her shoulder.  "Doctor Vaughn?"  He asked, assuming from her choice of vehicle, Emily nodded curtly in response.  "I'm instructed to escort you to the quarters that have been made avaliable for you until the others arrive..."<br/><br/>A hint of a grin curling the corners of her lips as she nodded again, taking a moment to look the 'soldier' over.  She swore he couldnt be any older than she had been when she'd first picked up a gun.  Emily nodded again, indicating that he should lead the way.  Once inside she took a moment to look around at all of the once priceless artworks still on display before she was shown to an elevator and taken down into the sub basement of the aging museum.  Once the doors opened once more instinct kicked in causing her to take a quick look at the presented hallway in search of undead terrors.  The only other people however, besides herself and her escort, was another soldier with some rank from the looks of it and another Headhunter... probably the owner of the souped up four wheeler she saw out front.