Tequilla is moving quickly, the sounds of undead, growling, snarling and feasting mixed in with the screams of people running wildly. She moved with purpose, a tire iron in hand that she'd snatched from a dead.. well, almost dead guy. A zombies leaping over the hood of a car landing right in front of her, and she doesn't hesitate, swinging as hard as she could.
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