[color=red][h3]Madison Ripley[/h3][/color][hr]With her boot firmly planted between the mutt's ribcage and back legs, Madison finally let up with her assault as poor Jay ceased squirming. This dog had always hated her, and she hated it. Nipping at her when she tried to pet it, growling and snapping when she spoke to Jodie. To say that it gave her a charge when she stuck the head of her axe between its destroyed cranium and its withers to separate the two, well, that would be barbaric. It took everything she had to not break down into a screaming, crying fit. Spurred on only by the idea of survival, she straightened out, making a noise akin to a whimpering piglet as she stared around at her surroundings. From the crowd she heard a yell that made her stomach turn.

[b]"Hundreds," [/b]Her heart skipped a beat as she considered the possibility of so many of the infected, [b]"...coming this way!"[/b] All of them sieging the apartment complex. Every angle, every way. All clogging up the lobby and spreading from there. Like a house fire. Her ears listened on as best they could as she scrabbled back into her room to grab the rest of her suit, with its thick gloves and protective jacket, as well as her mask and bag. Canned food, bottled water, first aid kit, her phone and her stun gun. All of it went in the bag that she slung over her head and on her shoulder.

Coming back outside, she locked the door once more and deposited the key into her bag. Don't want any intruders, right? She tried her hardest to chuckle at herself, but nothing gave. She was too riddled with panic, eyes darting along the floor to find Jay still laying there, separated from his cranium as she left him. The crowd had all but moved on, but from here she could hear gunfire.

[b]"We have to keep going up,"[/b] Just like anyone would do in a crisis on the bottom floor, [b]"...and barricading as we go!"[/b] Her earlier thoughts of a house-fire returned in full, alarming force. Going up and away from the crisis always means being trapped by the crisis. She slammed at her forehead with her palm.

[color=red][b]"Stupid. Stupid, stupid. No. No."[/b][/color] With a swivel, she ran to the stairs and shouted up them. Someone would hear her. [color=red][b]"If we k-keep going up, we'll get trapped on the roof!"[/b][/color] She had seen it happen too many times during her service. She began to search desperately for a way down to the ground, but she didn't leave her apartment very often when she wasn't resting at the station, so much that she had forgotten if this place even had a fire-escape. She was only on the second floor though, there had to be some way to get down. She was too young to have a final stand.