Ashleigh wasn't new to physical exertion. The body is equally as important as the mind; if you let one of them rot you may a well be cutting off several years off of your life. The difference between the elliptical machine and the German wilderness is that the latter is currently crawling with zombies. Between the gunfire and the explosions, the scientist quickly got disoriented and was running this way and that for the longest time. Thankfully it was not as if the zombies had surrounded the group and was approaching from all sides, leaving the young woman a sort of distinct path to follow.<br/><br/>When the chatter over the come was filled with voices more than gunfire, Ashleigh splatted to a halt - half voluntary, the other because of a slight buckle at the knee. Apparently she wasn't as far away as she thought she was, and in no time at all was the group essentially beside her, with her eyes squinting upwards in the dark at the standing silhouettes. She managed to figure out who was who simply by their voice; Utem was clearly a man, Hackett's voice was laced with authority and military know-how, Franka's had a distinct accent to it, one she couldn't place as German but it likely didn't matter either way. The others remained quiet for now, but body shape made it easy enough to guess that it was Jake. That left one missing...<br/><br/>Troubled by the images flowing through her mind as to what may have happened to the straggler, Ashleigh stayed on the ground, sitting on her knees with a dead, blank look on her face. She would follow Hackett anywhere she decided to go. Even if the military officer had tossed the reins to the scientist, there was no way that she could make any decisions now in the dark and her body more or less telling her to simply rest. In a few minutes, maybe.