The footsteps were easy to hear as she held her breath and prayed for the best. She didn't like the idea of having to face one of the infected while she was on her own and with only a few rounds left in the magazine for the gun she now had. Though she had extra weapons she couldn't waste the time trying to get them free of the bag or their holsters to defend herself.<br/><br/>Leveling her gun she tried to figure out where the footsteps were coming from, whether it was someone coming into the Terrosphere from the hallway she had just left or if it was someone from the labs. She wasn't opposed to shooting Dr Franklin right now if that's who it was. He deserved it, he was likely the cause behind this new spread. But if it was another survivor she couldn't bring herself to do that. But if it was an infected on the other hand.<br/><br/>Swallowing she pushed the thought to the back of her head, finding some form of cool reserve as she lined her sights up. Steadying the gun on a pan of both doors she continued to watch them both with great caution. As the one door came swinging open with a rush of strong force and a loud noise she pointed her gun and squeezed off one shot. The bullet pinged against the wall just next to the door frame, the spent shell popping free of the gun to tink on the floor before it bounced once and rolled underneath one of the gurnies.<br/><br/>Her heart pounded fiercely as she took a strong stance, getting her gun ready for another round. Her ears still rang from the shot and her body shook with adrenaline, but she was ready to make any snap decisions that she might need to make.