The Hunted pg 4

Morning light shone through the safe room door, and she could feel the hot damp panting bodied of Sherlock and Copper leaning at her sides. Though she was still thick with sleep, she could hear Blue talking to someone. Was she talking to me? Karinne thought to herself. A rough voice answered back. It didn't sound like the helicopter pilot... Two other female voices sounded from another are, followed by another three male voices. How many people were in here? Was she going crazy? She could hear someone approaching the safe room, the door squealed open, and then clanked shut. A hick-like accent followed. "I found food, just inside those houses on the far side of the freeway, common let's go!"
Karinne felt cold hands shove her side. She rolled over and saw a man in a white suit standing over her. "Let's go." He demanded. She yawned, and used his side to climb to her feet. "She looked over at Blue questioningly, and raised an eyebrow." She grinned and grabbed a machinegun from beside her. Med kits sat conveniently on the table as well as a row of guns. She looked around for her bag and saw a younger looking girl with brown hair rooting through it.
She dashed over and snatched the bag away, a 'Hey!' answering her actions. "What the hell were you doing in my bag!?" Karinne spat angrily, stuffing her clothes and weaponry back in. "I was just looking for supplies." She hissed back, standing up. The sweet country voice she heard before came again and a boy wearing a base-ball hat hopped through the door. "Ladies, a chubby dark skinned man bellowed walking over his hands making a barrier between the two.
Karinne spat on the floor and turned away, her dogs growling at her side as she picked her weapons off the table. She slug on the flamethrower, and strapped a hunting rifle and her machete to her waste. Blue snickered and followed the white suited man out the door, exchanging sarcastic jokes. People paired up in buddies and hopped out the door. A biker looking man beckoned her forward, and she joined him as he followed behind another black man wearing a white shirt and red tie. "Nice vest, Karinne commented, as she leashed up the dogs. "Thank you!" He exclaimed, brushing nonexistent dust off his shoulder. She smiled and headed out the door.
For what seemed like hours they plodded along the car cluttered freeway. Zombies appeared here and there, but nothing special aside from a dead boomer carcass. This had been the longest she had walked in days. She had ridden to the farm house on her tractor and was pulled by the dogs to the helicopter, so she hadn't really done much work. She was starting to lag behind. She could hear a loud digging sound, and the splitting of concrete. She looked around. Right in front of the line up, she spotted a maze of cracks surrounding a somehow uncracked slab of concrete. The dog's fur bristled and their ears perked as the moved closer o the slab.  She pulled out her rifle and looked through the scope.  
Suddenly a massive infected sprouted from the hole, it grabbed the first person in line with its massive dirt smeared arms and began clawing and tearing at his skin and clothing. "Ellis!" The girl she now knew was named Rochelle shouted, jumping back from the beast. With dead accuracy Karinne shot it right in the head. It fell limp and Ellis scrambled away. They turned and looked at her, and she flipped he hair from her face and looked away, pretending to strap on her gun. The girl she now new as Zoey gave her a dirty look, and hung back tell Karinne caught up. Soon they were walking side by side. "Here your notebook." She muttered, passing Karinne her notes on infected.
Karinne glared as she walked away, and slipped a pen from her bag to begin taking notes on the new infected. After another twenty minutes of walking, they arrived at a massive white house. The door was sitting ajar, and a crowbar lay on the ground, signalling how Ellis had entered.  They stepped in and proceeded to have an actually filling, lunch while telling stories of how they came to be here. Maybe this zombie apocalypse wasn't going to be so bad?