Once inside she inspected her arm with a careful eye. It was deep but a rather clean cut so it could be stitched, if she was a doctor. Letting an exhausted sigh slip from her lips she placed her hand over the gash again holding down as hard as she could. A male voice behind her startled her out of her daze.
Destiny jumped and whirled around on her heels with a squeal. She tried to raise the knife in her right hand but pain quickly discouraged the thought. Stepping back as the stranger stepped forward she ran smack-dab into a wall. All she could keep her eyes on was the gun. She'd never used one but she'd seen them blow the infected to bits. "Who..." Shaking still from her Asthma and the pain in her arm she knew fighting the man was useless. "Are you..?" She asked barely above a whisper. Swallowing hard she glanced around for a way out.