"Weird," The blond mused and finished off her breakfast with a large gulp of orange juice. She pulled the bra on next and moved for the closet, pulling out a uniform that she hadn't worn recently. Michelle was half way into the jacket when her friend went for the door. "Make sure no one fucks with the jeep I was working on."<br/><br/>She'd been messing around with one of the older trucks for the past week. It needed everything stripped and there wasn't usually an opportunity to do that type of work so the mechanic had been taking her time for once and had made some more room in the front. It wasn't a lot, but she wanted to see what she could do with it. Maybe add a larger engine. When Kathleen stopped though she raised an eye brow.<br/><br/>"Why, did we suddenly get a few feet of snow? That would be something to...." The blond stopped talking as she reached a window and drew the curtains back. The sight was not a pretty one and only her rampant consumption of media let her keep a semblance of control. "Well shit..."<br/><br/>Zombies, there were actually zombies. The mechanic couldn't believe what she was seeing, this must be some sort of dream. A quick pinch of her own cheek confirmed that if it was it was pretty damn realistic. Still zombies, they looked like the shoot them in the head style so far though she had no idea how quickly they could move. "I... hmm... Let me determine something."<br/><br/>With all of the different movies and stories zombies usually had similar traits, but different reactions. Michele's mind raced with questions about how to classify them and what sorts of abilities they would show. Along with this of course were possible methods of testing her theories. The blond walked over to her dresser and picked up her keys.<br/><br/>"Hey Kathleen, do you have your guns with you?" She said fingering the button on her keys. "Because I'm going to test something. I'll start my car's alarm and see if they go running at it, we need to get to a vehicle and get out of here."<br/><br/>She'd parked her car a little bit down the street, though still within sight of her window. With a single long press the sedan's alarm would start blaring. Then three second later she stopped it. The entire time Michelle was watching for reactions from the zombies. Keeping track of what they payed attention to and how quickly they could move.