There was profound quietness in the parking garage, an odd stillness to the air. There was no howls and snarling of the undead, no planes overhead, a certain uncomfortable stillness that only meant the worse was yet to come. Her breath was stuck in her throat as she grit her teeth with a burning pain building up on the cuts above her forearm.

Her gentle gaze softened as she tilted her back with a breath of relief as she tried to ground herself, her brows furrowing as she muttered under her breath. "Fuck. How's the elevator lookin'?" She muttered out through grit teeth, allowing her eyes drift to her partner in this mess.