Winter slowly cruised into the town, all of her senses screaming at her that moving into such a concentrated population center was a bad idea. The piles of dead (again) zombies were a reassurance that kept her moving, so she weaved around the bodies and then came to a halt, a brief shock running through her when she saw the figure in the building tower. She hadn't seen another living person for more than a week, since the last of her group had died, so the impact of another potentially friendly face was almost painful.<br/><br/>She probably looked quite odd. She'd taken some time to add to the protection of the car, so it was a fairly crude lashup of bits of wood and metal struts taped and wired around the doors and bumpers, looking like something out of a bad 'post apoc' movie. As a contrast, the girl seated inside looked like she was more suited to sitting at a trendy cafe and sipping coffee, rather than fighting zombies in a car that could have come from Mad Max. Dark, auburn hair, growing out of an expensive haircut, spilled around a pretty face. Freckles scattered across an upturned nose, and large eyes peered up at the man as she waved cautiously back.<br/><br/>She got as close to the building as she could before turning off the engine. A quick habitual glance around to make sure she hadn't attracted any still-mobile zombies, before she grabbed her old, battered shotgun, checked the load, and then climbed out.<br/>"Um. Hi there!" she called, starting to pick her way nervously over the zombie remains.