Ashleigh really couldn't bother herself with the mumbo-jumbo of zombie behaviour right now. Sure, it was her job to understand them, their mannerisms, and ultimately try and reverse the suffering of the last six years, but in no way is she going to do any of that now after having been blown off of her feet from explosions and being chased by the fuckers for the better part of an hour.<br/><br/>Heaving herself over the bank with Utem's help, the scientist tried to make the most of the ever-so-slowly diminishing light in the distance. Every now and again she could pick out the silhouette of a creature by the flames. Disturbing, to say the least. Not wanting to distract herself more than she already is, Ashleigh waited for Franka or Hackett to start leading the way so she could promptly follow.<br/><br/>Never has being surrounded by four walls sounded so appealing.