Nothing had so much as touched her door. Another gunshot went off. Zombies were howling and people were screaming at each other, but no one had come to her yet. As far as she could tell, she was alone and no one had seen her come this way. Her thoughts were rational. 'Zombies are dead. They probably can only use the parts of their bodies that they still have...' the thought made her stomach lurch again. She buried her face into her chest and held back a dry heave. 'I need a weapon. Of course, if zombies find me alone in this room, I probably won't put up much of a fight...' Her body seemed to do things for her before she had a chance to decide. She crawled around her room, searching desperately for anything with a sharp edge, or anything that was heavy and easy to swing. She left her shovel and rake at the farm. that would have been useful. Then a light went on over her head, metaphorically.<br/><br/>She stood up and went to the closet as quietly as she could. She reached into it and fumbled around. Clothing fell on the floor as well as coat hangers and various belongings. In a couple moments she lifted out the wooden stick that held the clothes hangers up. It was about four feet long, about three lbs. It felt sturdy. She was pleased with herself. Then she felt the wind, a shiver climbed up her back. She'd left the window open, and the blinds were open as well. At first it frightened her, but then she realized that the darkness was keeping her hidden. At least, hidden enough.<br/><br/>Still panicking, she backed up carefully into the far corner of the room. She tensed up and shoved herself inside of a shadow, Jennifer could see out of the window. but, it was doubtful that anyone could see her, standing still, and hidden from light.<br/><br/>Tears formed in her eyes, but she was too petrified to cry. They fell softly down her cheeks like a pleasant rain against a parked car's windshield. She could see them. They came in droves, they ran toward the motel lobby from all directions. Eventually, Jennifer's eyes got dry and red, though she still felt like weeping.