But Rachel is not so friendly. She spins, her bow trained on the bomber, her eyes narrow with feral rage. A human. She's about to growl out a curse at him when she stiffened, her ears training on a distinctive sound. Clickers. They are making their way out here. Heart pounding furiously, time seems to slow. Her eyes pan down to the door. The runner stages of infection are already outside.
"RUN!"
"RUN!"