Victor zombie, look!" yells Heather.
You swing your car door open and jump out, pointing your weapon at the figure. Emma looks in your direction and smiles unaware of the threat behind her. She stares at you with her head tilted and eyes and cheeks scrunched as if trying to process why you are vigorously pointing and running. Then a new look comes over her face—one of fear. She spins around with her pistol aimed high, but the figure grabs her arm.
You run forward and curse yourself for letting her go to the car. It was a foolish, uncorrectable mistake. However, as you get closer, Emma is speaking to the figure. You slow your approach to ready a shot but within ten feet the window slides down, the figure releases Emma, and she turns to you.
"It's okay," she says. "Go back to the car."
You stop and glance inside the luxury car, hoping to catch any new information to process what is happening. You backpedal, keeping your eyes focused and weapon raised at the figure in the back seat.