Zuzana sat on a cement wall, a six feet tall divider that went around City Hall, right next to the group of tents and the table where she assumed all of those who had decided to stick together were now gathering. She had been woken up early this morning, just before the sun came up, by the noise of some more people who had decided to leave town, to go in some random direction. For her, the choice had been easy. She didn't know the area at all, being from Florida, so she couldn't risk going off into the wilderness without any idea where she was heading to. So she stayed with these people, the caravan that she had found just days earlier.<br/><br/>Watching the sun slowly rise up in the distance, she had picked this elevated spot to sit on for another reason as well. Zombies. Or whatever they were called. Zuzana had to kill almost a dozen of these things since the outbreak, and it disgusted her every time. She would rather not have any of those creatures roam into camp undetected. Zuzana wasn't used to thinking strategically, but it seemed like the right thing to do in this situation.<br/><br/>Looking down at the camp, she scrutinized each person she could see, trying to give reassuring smiles to whoever would look back. She always tried to keep a positive attitude and it usually showed up in her expression. Her gaze stayed on Alexander for a while longer. As a highly skilled athlete herself, she always admired other athletes, and this one was clearly a bodybuilder.<br/><br/>This crew seemed capable enough, Zuzana thought. We'll make it out alive, she told herself.