Naomi didn't remember when it happened and how things got this bad but she was way past remembering. Blood was surging through her body and to her head, she could hear her heartbeat thumping unnervingly in her ear. She had managed to stab her knife into a couple of walkers' head that had gone stray from the group, circling and flanking the survivors. Blood was smeared to her fully zipped track jacket now, blots of dark red against light grey surface. Her light and flimsy sport shorts allowed her to move fast, running ahead of the other survivors towards the opposite direction. Her sneakers adding another ease.<br/><br/>As she neared the edge of the river, she quickly scanned possible ways for escape but found none. To the sides, walkers were enclosing in on the area. Shambling towards whatever patch of land that stand between them and death. She could run, finding  gaps between the walkers to squirm her way in but her legs were already giving up. She took a moment to catch her breath, it was then when she noticed two men had caught up on her, one older and one younger around her age. The middle aged man had a gruff and rugged face, indicating a man with experience. Experience on how to survive and hold one's own in this god forsaken world. Experience much more than her if compared. The type of man that could increase her lifespan drastically.<br/><br/>Much similar to the first, the second man also carried a gun. He wore a bulletproof vest and has an eye-patch covering one of his eye. She liked the chances less with this guy if compared to the older one. That bulletproof vest only meant protection against other survivors and is much less use against walkers. It would only slow him down and ultimately, her. Though he seemed he knew a thing or two to use that gun of his. Nevertheless, they weren't out of the clear and the walkers were already close enough for her comfort. Time was short and starting a discussion with both men would only meant their death. Her eyes darted towards the river and to the half-submerged ship not far from the edge of the river. That would be her way out, if the zombies can't swim of course but now's no time to brainstorm whether the zombies can swim. She quickly unzipped her light grey track jacket, revealing a white sports bra inside. Not a moment too long, she tossed her jacket aside and slushed into the river and swam towards the ship. Her backpack felt heavy wading through the water.