She'd been standing guard at the Gomorrah all night. She got paid decently enough for the job, but she was never given any kind of heads-up about something along the lines of this. Loretta had already taken out about five or six zombies- she always laughed inside at that, and how the only reason she didn't suspect she'd be shot was that she had a plethora of guns and a machete- and awaited more. By then she'd decided that it wasn't really as worth it as she'd originally thought. The fuckers were almost as persistent as a damned super mutant that somehow managed to get a hold of enough Jet to kill a brahmin. Right at that time, as a matter of fact, there was one of them that she'd hacked in half before, the upper body struggling to crawl at her and take a bite. Rather than let it do so, Loretta took a step forward and kicked it hard enough that at first the toe of her boot got stuck in its freshly smashed in eye socket. Shaking it off of her foot, Loretta then fired a shell at its head, the buckshot leaving naught but a mess of gray and dark red spattered about.<br/><br/>It was then that Loretta caught ear of a womanly, terrified shriek. Someone was out there, and as far as she could tell, they were unarmed if they weren't pumping the things in pursuit of her full of lead. Loretta, telling herself that the few who resided in the casino would be fine for a moment or two, jogged in the direction of the scream. On the way there, she heard a man's voice and a couple of gunshots. Coming from somewhere on the other side that she was at of the Gomorrah, she saw another two who were heading in the same direction. Loretta jerked her head in the direction, signaling for the woman and ghoul to follow her. It was only so long before she saw the other woman, the man with guns, and the zombies. Loretta gritted her teeth at the foul things. Not even the feral ghouls looked quite that bad.<br/><br/>Stepping towards the man and fleeing lady from the other side, Loretta fired off a couple of shots at the zombies that were chasing the one with a dress and painted-over skin. One of them took two full shots, absorbing all of the pellets. Its chest was reduced to mincemeat, and one more shot went to the head, making a gory spray cover the others. More of them were coming from the shadows around the Lucky 38; either this was their source, or there were just a shit-ton of them, and they'd only found one group. She really hoped it wasn't the latter. "<span style="color: purple">Lady, get your ass behind us, and tell us if we've got something coming!</span>" she yelled, her advice seeming quite sound.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>