Neshella turned to the group, thinking the same thing Madison did. The vacant store. It was safe, at least they could make it so, and it had plenty enough food for a while. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her arm, and felt the stinging pain of nails seeping into her skin. Blood steadily flowing down her arm, she unsheathed a black dagger and spun around, stabbing the Undead zombie in various places. First his heart, then his face, and then his stomach. It staggered away, falling down in pain. Some of them were getting way to close for comfort.<br/><br/>She sheathed the dagger and whipped out a very large and sharp kitchen knife, holding it out with her left hand as she gripped the wound with her right. Ella began slowly backing away towards the store, motioning for the others to follow her. If one of them got bit, she would kill them without a moment's notice. If she herself got bit, she would kill herself.