Heels hitting the ground like thunder as she made her way over, spotting admit the chaos of the village a little one hiding in a cupboard, staying out of the sight of the zombies.

Venturing into the house and kneeling down next to her, the poor thing was alone and shaking.

“What are you doing here?”

Despite Ada’s usual hard cold demeanour she now softened it up, pushing your hair out of your face.