Lydia crouched down infront of a trapped walker, knawing its teeth as it tried to bite her.

The snow crunched slightly as she kneeled down on it, slowly taking off one of her gloves and rolling up a sleeve, intending to let the walker bite her.

She slowly reached out, her hand shaking. Her breath hitches as she hears the snow crunching behind her, glancing behind her and seeing her standing there, watching her.