Diana sighed deeply, she had never killed anyone, but it was her life or his. Diana moved to the grills and found anything she could to heat up, pots, metal pans and placed then on top to get them hot. In three pots she dumped cooking oil, she knew hot oil would slow anything down if she threw it on whatever was coming at her.<br/><br/>She still felt alone, and waited, wondering if she herself would have to find a way out of here alone. No sign of survivors yet made her wonder more if there was anyone out there fighting their way to her. While the various items heated, she went back to the storage closet and opened it, grabbing bullets for her gun. She closed it tight once more, making sure she was the only one who could get in there. No way she was going to risk one of those freaks coming after her.