(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/145/a/4/Army_Girl_by_Dominic_Marco.jpg)<br/><br/>Jane looked at the approaching zombie with an icy glare. "Come on you freak, you know you want to get your dirty hands all over my body! Get over here!" As she gestured to the zombie, her completely open jacket moved around just enough to expose her breasts completely to the zombie. There was no telling if the beast was enticed, however. As the zombie got just inches from her, Jane gave him a devious smile, then raised her M4 rifle high, and brought it down against the zombie's skull. It cracked open, and the zombie jerked around slightly. Jane brought her rifle down once, twice more, and finally the undead beast fell to the ground, unmoving.<br/><br/>Jane spit at it, then leaned her back to the wall, breathing heavily. It helped to vent like that. Her rage was high, having seen her whole unit turn into those creatures, after seeing so many more civilians do the same thing. This virus was nasty, and it turned everyone she knew into those undead monsters. Why did it not work on her, she had no idea. Apparently she was immune, although even if the virus couldn't turn her into a zombie, she soon found out that enough zombies against her could manage to overwhelm her, and possibly kill her the old fashion way. They were slow moving, but they were relentless, and kept coming for as long as they could.<br/><br/>The Lieutenant had come to Springfield under order to quarantine the city. However, it soon became obvious that this was no longer possible. The men she commanded all turned, as well as everyone else around her, before all power and communication lines had gone down. She had to flee for her life, and leave most of her stuff behind. All she had left was what she had on her. Her M4 rifle, a hunting knife, military pants and boots, and her flak jacket, with a broken zipper, from one of the fights she had with the zombies.<br/><br/>Still, there was hope. If she was immune, others might be too. She was on the first floor of a random shop, and it was late at night. Jane had decided to head to the local high school, the place that had been designated as refuge center for anyone who was still unaffected. She hoped that others had heard the warning and were heading there too. She was just a few blocks away, and stopped here to rest for a moment. Soon, she would find out if any other survivor was there, if anyone but her was immune.<br/><br/>