Isabel had built a fire near a large crack in the wall. She had spent most of the evening examining the structure, and was confident that this was the only gap the zombies could easily get into this room (likely at one time a pantry of some sort) through; the rest would require agility and intelligence, something the abominations lacked entirely. Thus, the fire. If the flame did not frighten them away, they would make enough noise being burned to awaken her. Fortunately, Isabel was a light sleeper. It had saved her on more than one occasion.
Isabel paused, sure she had heard some banging near the western side. Assuming it to be the undead, and tired of slaying them for the day, she ignored it. Surely they wouldn't kill anyone during the night; even if they left this ruin, there wasn't a victim for miles.
Isabel tossed another log onto the fire. It crackled. She sat watching the flame for a few minutes. It had been a long day, and she needed rest, but it had been difficult for her to sleep for years. Noelle had given Isabel comfort, but now she was also gone.
Something was moving about in a nearby room and making no attempt to hide its noise. One of the zombies must have gotten in. Isabel sighed. It wouldn't hurt to let it stumble about in there, but the noise could keep her awake. She stood and moved toward the door that separated the rooms. "Aperi," Isabel whispered. Nothing happened. She drove her sword into the rusted bolt and the door swung open.