Five more shots were fired, three of the multitude of zombies dropping, permanently dead. As she was quickly reloading, a very strange tingle came between her legs. It was not unpleasant, nor was it comforting, but it was definitely there. She wasn't especially concerned with it at the time, as there were lives to be saved. She looked behind her to see that the painted lady had run inside the Gomorrah. Well, at least she was partly safe.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Loretta heard an odd song playing in the distance. It was a good ways away, but it drew the attention of the zombies. Only a couple had continued to come after the group, and Loretta brained the three of them with one shot apiece. She loaded her gun all the way up again. "<span style="color: purple">You guys here that?</span>" she said, looking towards the Ultra-Luxe. "<span style="color: purple">Sounds like a radio.</span>" She could, although it was a bit hard to make out the details from their distance, something hitting the zombies. They were being punched in the face, it looked like, but the things dropped as soon as they were hit. "<span style="color: purple">C'mon, looks like somebody else needs help here!</span>"<br/><br/>Loretta then aimed her gun again, making shots at the heads of those who were headed in the lone person's direction. The headshots blew most of them to smithereens, but there were quite a few. Their numbers were multiplying so fast that a rabbit couldn't have kept up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>