Andy Rowen flinched as she heard glass breaking and a loud yelp, whirling around. The girl narrowed her bright green eyes to see a figure sprinting towards the hill she was on. Too quick too be a zombie, and too tall to be a canine. Could it be? A survivor? She knitted her eyebrows, as he slowed when he saw the zombies crowding around the hill. Andy watched as a girl caused him to turn around and was coaxing him to leave.
With a small frown, she grabbed her machete. "Hey!" She said, her voice echoing loud, trying to get the two's attention more than start a conversation. Easily, Andy walked down the hill, slicing the zombies heads with a cat-like grace, cutting a path for her to walked through. The feel of her machete hitting their soft, rotten skulls felt familiar. When she was on flat ground again, she slid the machete back into its holster. The rest of the zombies pushed towards her, moaning annoyingly. Frowning for a moment, she shoved her hand in her pocket and took out a slab of raw meat of who knows what. Quickly, Andy threw it hard in the opposite direction and the zombies followed the meat slowly. Andy turned back, scanning the two with her amazingly bright green eyes. Her hair was a light chocolate, looking slightly blown by wind. She wore a mossy green tank top, ripped jeans, a gun and a machete on opposite sides of her hips. Overall, she had a beautiful yet dangerous look to her. She stood, her hands in her back pockets, awaiting them to respond.