[b]Ada Cinet – Gas Go Markets Gas Station – Clayton Burrows[/b]

"Your turn," Clayton said, Ada couldn't help but scowl at the sound his knife made as he pulled it from the child's head. It needed to be done, she knew that, it was just an empty shell, but still, seeing something that looked so similar to a child with a knife in it's head, it made her feel something. Regret?

Either way, she didn't have long than a second to feel it, the other two sickos let out louder growls and moved fast at the pair. Ada delivered a kick to the chest of decayed sicko, thanking her lucky stars that it had weakened with time spent decomposing out in the Texan sun, it didn't quite fly across the room with the blow, but it gave Ada the time to duck under the other sicko's arms. He was stronger, fresher, recently turned, what mattered to Ada, though, was his knife. The sicko was distracted by her that he didn't noticed Clayton rearing up for a swing with his mace looking thingy. The sicko's head produced a geyser of blood and brains with Clayton's attack, Ada took the hunting knife and lunged at the other one, the sick squelch signifying whatever 'death' was for these things.

Ada fell to her knees, panting, "Always leave the hard work to the girls, hmmm?" Ada said mirthlessly, getting up, she walked over to the other sicko and dug her new knife in it's skull, more of a precaution than anything. Pulling the knife out, she then re-aimed it at the recently turned man's stomach, she took a deep breath, listening to the growls of approaching zombies in the distance beore thrusting the knife down with all the force she could muster. "I think..." She said, moving the knife forward, through cloth, skin and gore with a grunt, "...that they like, see you, by smelling you... or something," She moved the knife again, another grunt, part of her found that she was having small talk while cutting up a man's stomach, another part of her found it completely natural, "...or more like..." with another final cut, she opened up the man's abdominal region, "...it's whatever the sickness is, if you cover yourself in it, they get confused..." setting the knife aside, she stuck both her hands in, letting the sour blood and gore well up around her arms, "I'm not a doctor or anything... just had a lot of time to try and figure out what made 'em tick... all I know, is they don't attack their own, and through this, we can walk into a crowd of them and be fine." 

Ada looked Clayton in the eyes, "Look, we just met, I get that-- But honestly, you're the first person I've seen that didn't just try to kill me..." She looked down, a scowl on her face, "...or try and [i]use[/i] me..." She shook her head, looking back at Clayton, "...in quite a while. I'd like it if you didn't die..." She pulled out gore and intestines, unflinching at the black blood it dripped, or the awful smell, "So do you wanna rub this on yourself, or should I?"