Jennifer sat still for a long while. Longer than she intended to. Her heart had finally slowed down from the scare outside of her window. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She wanted a cigarette badly. She even smiled as she thought about it. How nice it was going to be.<br/><br/>Quietly, she scurried across the ground, clutching her bag where her cigarettes were stuffed away. She didn't think for a second if the zombies would be attracted by the smoke. But she did intend to hide the spark and flame of her lighter. Her closet made a perfect refuge. She climbed inside and shut the thin door behind her. Digging through her bag and finding her tobacco pouch she pulled it out. In moments she had a pre-rolled cigarette between her lips and a lighter in her left hand.<br/><br/>The whole closet became ablaze as she sparked the lighter and ignited the paper. Jennifer hardly noticed, her eyes were set on the flame. The first breathe of smoke was a little rough, she exhaled and nearly coughed. Getting comfortable, Jennifer leaned against the wall in the closet and took a long drag, exhaling with a soft moan.<br/><br/>“oh yeah...” in the smoke she was able to forget about the zombies. Plus, it was likely her last cigarette ever. She took the time to enjoy it.