Emma looks un-phased.Relieved even. She knew this day would come eventually , and it had. Her number was up. No more running, no more hiding. No more scraping by and certainly no more loneliness.  The last few hours had felt...strange. She felt as if a fog was lifted when the zombie-bitchs' teeth broke skin.  She slumps down into the dirt -not really concerned with the horde approaching,  her hand feels for blood pooling near the bite marks.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Put the gun down Loretta."</span>She deadpans.  She appreciates what Loretta is offering, hell...it's why she loved the ghoul so damn much in the first place.<span style="color: blue">"Way I see it..I got a good 10 hour window in which to get laid...get drunk...and strap an explosive the size of a small child to my back and take out as many of these fucks as possible..makin sure you..and whoever else we find gets out in one piece..Call it a last desperate grasp for salvation. "</span>She lights a smoke and inhales, looking upwards as she hears shots ring out.<span style="color: blue">"Wonder who is up there..." </span>she quirks her head to the side.<span style="color: blue">"We should head up there..They got the high ground."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>