Streets

Freya wasn't about to skulk through dark alleys, when she had such a wrecking crew at her back. She had never been the meek type, and her infection had made her stronger. How strong comparably, was hard to say. Her mate, the incubus was also stronger, then a human, and probably the average infected. The boomer, was a fucking tank, while the hunter was a feral killing machine. She wasn't sure what the skinny smoker would be able to do, but she doubted it was meek. No, she would own this fucking city.

With her four allies behind her, she walked right out into the streets, the light poles flickering. Cars were here and their, abandoned, one was even on fire. The street was littered with zombies milling about. She had just walked right into a horde.

These mindless infections, would probably leave her alone, after all she wasn’t human. She could try to garner there loyalty, but to be honest, that would be quite a tedious action that may come to nothing, as they didn’t show the slightest intelligence. It was probably best, to just pass through them. Still, she had one other action that came to mind. Though it seemed rash, and a bit full hardy, she could provoke them, and see how well her team did against them. Hell they could use a common enemy to put them on the same page.