She can't trust them. In this situation it's every man or women for themselves. She makes her way to the window in a full sprint, once she reached it she looked out and saw at least two dozen of the undead scattered about chasing down and, killing the survivors. "There're two many", she though to herself, and turned around only to be reminded of the ones that chased her to that point. With blood on their mouths, their human like growls and roars echoing through the halls. She was trapped between the zombies outside second floor the window, and the zombies chasing her now. She had to think but panic had set in. She couldn't fight them, but the window is no escape either.
"What if I hurt myself, and the zombies!" The others were gaining and were as close as a spitting distance. With no time to think she threw herself from the window, just before the they got to her. When She landed on the cold hard cement, she had put all of her weight onto her left ankle, spraining it. She let out a short but loud yelp, and looked to see the damage dealt to it. By the time she had realized what she had done it was too late. The zombies that chased her before threw themselves from the widow and landed right in front of her, aside from that every zombie in the parking lot had heard her cry and and ran towards her. she couldn't run one of them had already taken hold of her leg and tore into the flesh. As she screamed another dug its teeth into her throat and ripped it open. The rest seemed to loose all interest and continued to walk around as though she wasn't even there. Mary laid there unmoving, in pain and chocking on her own blood until she faded into sleep from which she would never awake.
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