"Good. The light's starting to hurt my eyes. So is the smoke-WAIT, SMOKE!" She screeched, looking down at the gate where smoke was rising from a car, which was currently flaming. "Wait-I don't care!" She said and simply yawned.
Agatha wiped her dirty knives onto a white cloth she had pulled out of a hidden pocket. The dried blood came off with little effort. Agatha's hair blew in the breeze, flowing over her shoulder and into her face. She thought about what had just happened, and how they might survive.
Chiliria squinted. Humming a low monotone, she pulled out her gun and shot randomly, the crack ringing out and a straggling zombie falling. "Was I the only one that could hear it?" She asked, putting the gun back up and pulling her sword out to slice a string off her fringe of her dress.
"I can tell. There are a few at the gates. One or two. Maybe.... no, two. I think I see a small group of-" A few gunshots rang out. Chiliria yelped in surprise. "That wasn't me. Seems like there's a couple survivors outside of the school."