Alexan was half through to the fighting men on the bridge when they finally realised what was going on around them. The soldier didn't have a chance, his screams echoed in Lexa's ears. She kept going forward, striking the dead down one by one scarily skilled. It was obvious she did have some more experience with the knife than others.
Her feet went over the bridge smoothly and while she jumped around the bodies like she didn't care the old man fired shots into the crowd of dead. Lexa took a skilled roll over to the bridge's side to duck. She didn't need to be in the gunfire and maybe be mistaken for a walker. Or being shot by accident.

She refused to put her hands over her ears. That was weakness. But the loud sound was intense after the long time of silence she has had over the past few days. A feeling told her those days were over for good. 

The old man didn't seem to notice her at first, he was too focused on the danger in front of him. Though it didn't took him too long to get rid of the rest that were standing. 

He pointed the weapon at the soldier and apologised. Then a last shot was heard and the soldier was relieved from all pain and worry.

Lexa stood up and hid her knife in her belt. "And I thought I'd help you." The Australian accent came from her lips and she felt it soothingly. It's been a while since she let her be herself. "Seems you don't need any help, aye?"

Her dark hair hang messily in her face and for the first time in a long while she was feeling positive. This was her world. Nobody cared who she was before this. Nobody knew who she was before this. Nobody would bring her down. She was born for this world.