Liza sighed as she walked around the mall, her hands resting inside her pockets. It has been a few days since the death of two of her friends and she did not felt good at all. Liza was a famous girl before this started and now people still worshiped her in here, her voice was somewhat of a hope for people inside this mall but she did not felt so hope full. She knew it was a matter of time before the zombies finally burst through the doors and then nothing could save them, even with all the reinforcing the guys did to the doors and windows she was sure the zombies would find a way inside. If she could only get to the airport maybe she could get the hell out of here, hop on her plane and leave this forgotten place. Knowing nothing about guns and with the little bit she learned over the past week was not enough for her to survive out there.<br/><br/>Looking at Jack she could not help but smirk, he had the right plan but at what cost? Where would they go?. Shaking her head she approached him grabbing his hands and pushing him to a corner. “I know you want to get the hell out of here, I been thinking and I think is about time to tell you that I have a personal plane,  I can pilot it. I want to get the hell out of this place and right now we could use my plane wich has full tank of gasoline, the problem is getting there. It’s not on the main airport of the state but still there are a lot of zombies around. So if you manage to find a safe way out and into the airport I can find out a safe place to go to, is that a deal?” she stood there with her hand extended for him to greet, not sure if he would go with it but at least the offer was there. Turning around she nodded and sighed walking to no place in particular, “Think about it” she said as she left him alone.<br/>