Kennedy-Leigh McCally
"When you feel like quitting, think about why you started."
Jacob Bennedict
""It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change."
After a while of waiting, it was obvious that the beasts had no intention of moving. Great, just what Kennedy wanted right now ... Looking back at the two canines, she'd signal with her hand for them to move out. The beasts seemed to have moved towards the back of the store, although their growls and groans could still be heard, along with the growling of the mutant dog as it seemed to get in to some 'fight' with one of the walking. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, she'd slowly and quietly make her way down the broken-down escalators. Crouched low, with the bag over her shoulder, gun in one hand and spiked club in the other, it appeared that the skies were growing dark. She needed to move out now or she'd be trapped in the store, in complete darkness with those creatures. Quietly, she'd quickly step towards the last flight of escalators. Breathing heavily, Ken seemed to have came in to contact with something hard whilst looking behind her. Growling, she'd draw herself back and stand up, just managing to dodge out of the way as a beasty threw itself at her. Swinging the club, she managed to smack it in to the zombies head, sending it flying to the ground. However, the sudden commotion had caught the attention of the beasts at the back of the store. Looking back, it seemed they were running towards her. "Sh*t ..." She'd mutter to herself "Come on guys, move!" She'd call, stopping the two canines from turning and fighting.
The building was growing darker by the second, and the streets couldn't be any better. Narrowing her eyes, the woman would pick up her pace, growls and screeches coming from behind her, becoming louder, their uneven steps echoing through the building. There'd be no time to push the door open properly, she'd need to just run, and hope for the best. Turning herself slightly, she'd ram her shoulder in to the door, it seemed to jerk open slightly however, she managed to break the glass and roll out on to the street. Well, that was one way to do it. Picking herself up quickly and wiping the glass from her clothing, it seemed her cheek had a small cut on it, along with her arm and hand. It could have been worse. Grabbing her weapons and the back, the lass would quickly set off again. Followed by the two dogs and the hoard behind her, Kennedy ran down the street. Their sickening shrieks echoing through the darkened streets as they attempted to hunt her down. Although, it'd only be a matter of time until those mutant canines caught up with her. Maybe she'd have to fight instead of flee, if she didn't get back to the car quick enough. Now and then the woman would turn, shooting down anything that she was able to, the club also came in to contact with any beast which popped out in front of her.
