Antoinette Breaelle followed quietly behind the group, they seemed like they knew what they were doing. She reached into her pocket, fumbled around a few times
Where is it, she panicked, her lipstick. It was no where. She wanted to at least defend herself even when she only had lipstick that probably wouldnt make a good weapon. Her eyebrows furrowed at the thought of the kid calling her out to stay back,
so what? Pshh, I can defend myself..Snapping back to reality a new person had joined their little group, talking to one of the girls who had been yelling out to evacuate. Antoinette noticed one of the 'walkers' had slipped through the group. With her hands still in her pocket, searching for her lipstick bottle, Antoinette got ready to defend herself. She watched as it turned to her way, her small body shook gently as she finally found her lipstick. Antoinette threw the bottle at the 'walker's' face as it edged closer at her, with that distraction, she flashed through holding its rotten face.
She didn't like this feelings, she didn't like its face, she didn't like the smell. With her fingers they dug through the walker's eye, as she held its face with her other hand hoping it wouldn't bite her. At this moment, Antoinette had wrapped her legs around its body, fingers in eyes as she put in some more force.
Antoinette let go of its face and with her other hand she clenched her fingers and dug them deep in the eye socket. Luckily it would cause more damage since she has long nails, she wanted to throw up. She felt sick. She didn't like this feeling. Antoinette jumped off, stepping back as it still followed her. Her eyes widen,
Why? Why did it still go after her. The 'walker' managed to grab a hold of her, pushing her down, its mouth motioning to bite her, Antoinette tried kicking it off of her while she grabbed a hold of its head, pushing it away from her face but it was too strong. She looked around in panic and in her luck, she found a book. She reached for the book, smashing the 'walkers' head a couple of times. As soon as the 'walker' showed no resistance Antoinette pushed it off of her, clutching tightly on the book which was now her new found weapon. After the incident that happened, she hurried back to her group who was still protecting and defending themselves.
"My Lipstick..."