"The cellphones won't work when the car alarm is still blaring," Rose mentioned none too quietly, neck flushed red with irritation. They needed a bigger response, a louder noise elsewhere if they were to attempt to divert the zombie's attention.
Beyond that matter, the undead had seen food. It wasn't likely that they were going to turn away from fresh, red meat. Pushing her hair away from her face, she puffed, surrendering the liquor bottle to the ground gently, unbroken. She then aimed the frying pan with a test swing.
One. Two. Three!
She lobbed it as best as she could do damage a car across the street. The window smashed, the pan fell on the outside of the vehicle. Another car alarm blared to life, yanking what mindless curiosity the zombies had to it for a few moments. Then their eyes came back to the known prize. Well. She tried. "Don't waste your phones. We're going to have to move away from the bar. We've hauled too much attention to stay."
The amount of zombies headed their way would bust any door down, even reinforced. Rose did not want to be zombie chow. Readjusting her bags, she bent and picked up the liquor bottle, keeping it handy for the time being. "We'll outpace them if we walk. Let's get going."
