Maria looked up at the man with the shotgun, her eyes showed that there was something... off... about her. She started up as if she was looking through him. "Mr. Jones?!" Maria cried out, lifting the head up to show that it was rotting long before she touched it, nearly a skull. "You want some cookies?" She continued to knock, drawing out a few infected. She turned around, naming her targets before whacking their heads off. "Hello Angel! Nice day today, eh Tommy?" She hit with all her strength, a few nails stuck deep into 'Tommy's head. Maria tried pulling it out, as another undead walked toward her, reaching out it's arms.