It is NOT my problem. I take the side alley away from the scene.
From Create Your Own Story
Difficult times call for difficult measures, and you're not about to play the hero. Whoever was inside that building is on their own, just like you. You sneak off down the side alley, and the three men beating at the door seem none the wiser. You continue along the alleyway, through the dark, until you come to the mouth of the alley where it meets the street. You can see cars sitting along the pavement, doors open, headlights still on, and it looks like a gridlock of abandoned vehicles.
Just over the sound of the rain and thunder, you can hear a faint thudding noise. You peak around the corner of the alley and see a woman standing over two men, and she's pounding at one of their heads with a aluminum baseball bat. You take a deep breath, and prepare to turn tale and move back into the alley when you hear the woman speak.
"Fuck with me, assholes," she says, swinging the bat again, before she whips her head back to clear her dark wet hair out of her face. There don't seem to be any blisters or any sign of a rash, and you would assume she isn't infected.
