(Sorry for taking so long. Made her opening longer then anticipated.)
Aaliyah mumbled comforting things to herself as she sat in the living room of someone's apartment. Well, not someone. They weren't a stranger after all. They were her friend... before all this happened. Her logic is that if you try to kill her, forcing her to kill you, than the least you could do is offer your home up to them in order to escape a zombie apocalypse.
It's only polite.
Aaliyah sighed in annoyance before rising to her feet. She grabbed her pistols from a nearby table, 2 of them, before holstering them on her hips. She slipped her trusty Swiss Army knife into her combat boot before grabbing her leather jacket and putting it on.
She then took a deep breath before exiting the small apartment through a window onto the fire escape that led to an alley. She was about to climb down when she noticed someone in the alley. According to the shotgun in his hand he was not a zombie. He was... a person like her.
She felt her excitement rise and cleared her throat before speaking just loud enough for him to hear.
"I'm guessing your not a terrible, bloodthirsty zombie?"