Heather sighed to herself quietly. There was way too fucking much going on around here for her liking. When Jake headed back into the lobby, she hung out just outside of it by the door. The brunette just couldn't get rid of the feeling that if she went back in there she would feel sick and nervous again. She almost very well passed out when a girl came running toward the lobby with blood all over her one arm and was clearly in some state of distress. She looked a little too clean to be a zombie. Not to mention the fact that she wasn't running like a complete idiot.<br/><br/>The Maryland undergrad watched as the girl asked for treatment and got it from some hulking German. Well, at least she thought he was German. Watching a lot of soccer, somehow allows you to pinpoint accents. His was pretty obvious anyway. He went on into the lobby, ducking under most anything that posed a thread to his forehead and started treating her. Heather didn't want anything to do with that girl. Even when she said she wasn't bitten, in movies, there was always that one motherfucker who knew he was going to die and wanted to drag someone down with him. The pink in the girl's hair didn't make her out to be much of a liar, though.<br/><br/>Setting her backpack on the ground, now, Heather rested her back against the outside wall of the building, waiting for the police to come out of their vehicle. She had a feeling if they came in here and wanted to bust stuff up rather than try and secure a few lives, including their own, that she and Jake could take them. As long as they kept their guns hidden away.