<strong>Aurora</strong><br/><br/>Aurora instinctively took a step back when she heard the infected were coming closer. her hand gripped the pistol tightly. "Maybe we should get moving then..." She said, in almost a timid voice.<br/><br/>She didn't want to actively engage the zombies, and with limited ammo it would be a short fight. Her body was tense as the adrenaline ran through her lithe frame. The last attack was still fresh in her mind. She had lost 3 friends weeks ago when they traveled together. In the distance she could hear them moaning. That horrible guttural groan. The same kind she heard when she found her parents half eaten.<br/><br/>She shook her head, pushing the memory from her mind. Now was not the time. She realized her mouth was dry so she opened the bottle of water in her bag and took a quick sip. The water wetted her pursed lips and moistened her dry throat.