The pounding rain in combination with the not so random song buzzing on the radio suited her mood just fine. A proper send off for the night ahead. She had an unscheduled appointment with the Infected.

‘I’ve got no reason for the things I fear,
the things that plague me when I see and hear…’

She was in a hurry to leave but haphazard she was not. A trusty.22lr Rifle and Louisville Slugger were her weapons of choice. She shouldered her coat, laced up her boots, and donned (last but certainly not least) the thick blue surgical gloves to prevent any contamination.

The outfit didn’t exactly say ‘Casual Wear’ Velocilysavirus (A mouthful to be sure), a superior cousin to rabies, was a risky combatant.

She stepped outside and bolted the door behind her. Her route to their territory was unplanned as always, the better to prevent any fool from following her.

Movements close ahead. She readied her rifle getting a bead on the target, completely unaware of her presence.

‘Don’t move now, not until Jenny says…’