The sounds from the radio were rather overwhelming, but at the time of the manager turning up the volume, Isanya was more than just a little busy. Her hands were full of an aluminum mop handle, keeping the store clerk at bay, as he'd gone...well....died. Then come back on when she'd been checking him for wounds. Now she was rather busy keeping the jaw-gnashing thing at bay.<br/><br/>Grunting out a hurried "Fuckin'....Ass!" She swung the handle around and caved in the clerks' skull, spattering brain and bone and skin matter across the floor. Making a disgusted face at the mess she'd just made, the soldier swung the pole again, noted it was dented, then caught sight of a firefighter outside in the parking lot when the mass of unead shifted off the front door a bit.<br/><br/>"...Well crap..." He wasn't moving like those messed up things out there, and in fact looked more battered than any of them did. Turning tail on the clerk zombie, she headed for the side emergency exit, glad to note that it only opened from the inside. Peering outside of the metal wired glass window, the redhead nodded slightly and snatched up a fireman's axe she'd set aside earlier, and stepped outside of the building. Careful to leave the door open just a crack to keep it from locking her out, Isanya headed for the front parking lot where she'd spotted the firefighter. It was pretty easy to get here actually, and the undead were making so much nose of their own, with the huffing of airthrough punctured lungs and groaning and whatnot, that she figured getting the guys' attention would take something loud. So...Isanya put her fingers to her lips and whistled. The sound was a shriek of noise, shrill and meant to catch the attention of anyone in the vicinity. Human...and undea both. She followed it up by waving her arms, one with the axe over her head. "OY! FIREFIGHTER! GET'CHER ASS IN GEAR!!"