"Name's Izzy." The Mexican girl replied to this new cute blonde. What was with all these lovely ladies appearing to her? Had it not been for the looming threat of zombies, Izzy would actually find this quite the wonderful day. Not to mention she had a really cute name, Ellie. Wonder if it was short for Eleanor, kinda like how Izzy was for Isabella. Then again, that could just be her full name. Either way, Izzy liked it, about as much as she was liking the girl the name was attached to. "Oh and hey, don't worry Ellie. You got me and Mike here. We've been killing these pendejos left and right all day, so if anything tries to grab you, you can guarantee we'll stab the motherfucker." With such a bold statement, she gave a reassuring smile to the blonde beauty before she heard her friend yell with murderous glee, watching as his dragon sword cleaved a zombie's brain in two. He is way...WAY into this. she laughed to herself before walking over to the rest. The other two survivors returned, and of those two was the girl Izzy first met. Heh...well if I play my cards right, I bet I could get both these senoritas.
Grabbing a backpack and slinging it over her rather broad shoulders, at least broad for a teenage girl, Izzy paid attention as Jen went over a brief of what was in it, mostly clothes and other junk they would need for survival, but...Izzy was kind of unsure what clothes were exactly in it. Eh...I can suck it up. Beggars can't be choosers, and like its gonna matter what I'm wearing when it gets zombie gunk all over it. All the while the PA crackled with static again, followed by that same voice she, and possibly everyone, had been hearing this whole damn time, and still she couldn't make out what it was saying. "Hey guys...I wonder...do you think we should probably help that dude out? He's been trying to call us over the PA all this time."