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She couldn't help a small grin tugging at the corner of her mouth as Rhys responded to her question. Delaney pulled him up, yet felt that he wasn't adding all his weight to it. She rolled her eyes a bit at the notion before huffing out a breath. He couldn't know that she was stronger than she looks. They didn't know each other besides their first names. Her thoughts were interrupted as shouts of murderer started being thrown around. Her brows furrowed in question as she looked around. Did they not see what just happened? This woman was obviously a zombie. She didn't know how, but she wasn't about to hesitate or question before taking another one of them down. She was about to defend herself when she felt hands on her shoulders. Blinking, she raised a brow and looked up at the man. Another small grin appeared on her face. The man seemed as though he was ready to fight for her. It was endearing.

Delaney didn't have time to think about the gorgeous man at her side. Screams erupted all around them. Her chest heaved and her eyes widened in fear as she watched people throw themselves onto others. And the people seemed to be just like the woman she had jabbed her heel into. Zombies. This was a fucking zombie outbreak. Before she could react, the man in front of her turned and stated they had to go. That was the understatement of the century. Then his hand came down and laced his fingers through hers. Delaney's chest constricted a bit as she realized the protectiveness rolling off of him. He was going to help her out of this. But, why? Just because she saved him? He had saved her first by pulling the woman away from her. This man owed her nothing. And yet again, before she could say anything she was being pulled into a jog after the male model. She didn't know his actual profession, but with abs like that? Definite model.

Why were her thoughts focused on the man when there was obvious hell breaking loose all around her? Maybe her brain was going into shutdown mode. Whatever it was, it was keeping her from screaming and breaking down. She appreciated her scatter brain even more in that moment. Soon they were in front of another woman who he had obviously met, but Delaney had no clue who she was. She cleared her throat and swore under her breath when people pushed into them. Her eyes narrowed and with her free hand she shoved them back. With a shake of her head, she huffed out a breath and returned her eyes to woman. [color=teal]"What the hell is going on around here?"[/color] Soon they were moving towards the bar where another woman seemed shocked frozen. Delaney shook her head and let out a breath. She growled under her throat as her fight or flight came into action. Her body firmly settled on fight.

Letting go of Rhys' hand, she quickly moved behind the bar and knelt down next to the dead bartender. Being no stranger to death, she ignored it and searched through the man's pockets. Delaney was soon rewarded with a set of keys on a metal ring. She shot back up on her feet and waved the keys. [color=teal]"Found them! Anyone know where the staff rooms are?"[/color] Delaney moved back over to Rhys and grabbed his hand. If she was going to go through hell, then she might as well bring some arm candy along with her.