She was angry at the shitstorm that the maniac had started, and had conveniently escaped, leaving them to deal with his mess.<br/>She held on tightly as his bike slid sideways and stopped at last. Hopping off the back of the bike, she now wished she had brought along her M16A2 with the underslung 40mm grenade launcher attached to it. True, she only had about three grenades left, but still, it would cause carnage through the zombie ranks when they went off.<br/><br/>She was familiar enough with Beasts,after all, she had encountered them several times.The last time was two months ago in what was left of Orlando. She had nearly fallen to their teeth and claws, and it had cost her the last of her C4 explosives to kill them. She hated them with a passion.<br/><br/>Not worrying too much about Tyler for the moment, she drew both pistols and ran away from him as he dropped the first two beasts, to let him focus on the beasts and track the brain down. Very few zombies turned into brains, and those that had needed to be taken out and quickly.<br/><br/>Racing to the building that they had entered from, she fired both pistols into the zombies that got in their way, and most of her shots were head shots, which dropped them with one shot. As both pistols emptied, she reloaded, then unslung her M16A2 from her shoulder and advanced down the alleyway.<br/><br/>The brain was down this way, inside the building, she was sure of it. Approaching the open door, she slowly inched it open, then pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it in as she heard famliar slow footsteps, that only zombies make. Quickly closing the door, she takes cover behind a dumpster as the grenade goes off, then rushes out once the smoke clears from the now destroyed doorway.<br/><br/>Stepping in, she sweeps the area, and finds the zombies that she heard in peices around her. The few that managed to avoid the main shredding effect of the grenade writhe a bit. Finishing them off with head shots, she slowly walks deeper and drops two more zombies that walk towards her with head shots. Kicking open a door leading to the managers office on the ground floor, she bites back a cry as a heavy form leaps at her and pins her to the floor.<br/><br/>Bringing her knees back, she flips it over her head and spins with her pistol drawn to finish its undead life with a double tap to the head, then slowly walks in to see the brain sitting in the former managers chair, in front of his desk.<br/><br/>Hiding her fear as it cackled and stared manically at her, she didnt approach him. Instead, she aimed her M16 at her and emptied her clip at it. Her bullets ripped through its chest and neck, and took its head off from the force of her bullets.<br/><br/>She actually felt good until she found her escape route through the alley blocked off by more zombies. Thinking fast, she ran for the stairs and ran up to the first floor. Unable to see any here, she  pushed one of the desks through the closest wide pane window to break it, then jumped down as gently as she could onto one of the parcked cars outside, left there by a long dead employee,probably one of the ones that swarmed out before.<br/><br/>"Oww, I'll be feeling that tomorrow", she said to herself even though the fall hadnt hurt her that much, then hopped off the roof of the car and reloaded her M16.