"There were many Americans. And then upon taking out the Americans the zombies were upon us, we had no chance sir," Katja said softly. "I barely made it out with me life. A few moments longer and I would've joined my men in their open grave." Katja looked over at Günter, her eyes making an attempt to persuade him to help her out. Her long blonde hair had been torn from it's usual tight bun, falling round her shoulders. Covering in blood. She then looked back at Jürgen. She was good at getting what she wanted. And she always made it a point to get it by whatever means necessary. She bit her lip lightly, cringing as she did so. Forgetting she'd busted her lip in the previous fight.