Priscilla woke up, blind folded, a gag in her mouth. Her hands were tied. She yelled a muffled scream. The blindfold removed immediately, revealing a man, who wore a mask over his face. He held a pistol in his hand, and yelled in Arabic. Bandits? she thought. She kicked the man, and head butted him in the stomach. The man rolled over, groaning in pain. She saw a sharp piece of metal in the corner of her eye. She grabbed it and cut the ropes tying her hand. She then grabbed the man's gun, and loaded it, and aimed it at the man's head. "Who are you?!" She saw an insignia on the man's coat, a red circle with a star crossed out in the middle. The man saw his opportunity and kicked her in the shins. "Gah!" She fired at the man. The bullet hit the man's eye, blood splattering the van floor. She heard voices in the front of the van, and the van suddenly stopped, jolting her whole body forward slamming into the van walls. She aimed at the van door. The door wrenched open, and Pricilla fired every bullet in the gun. Five gunshots rang in the area. The two men fell dead. She jumped out of the van. Suddenly, there were groans of infected on either side of her. She scanned her surroundings. She was on a dirt road, with trees on both sides. She realized her gunshots alerted everything and everyone surrounding the area. An infected jumped out of the trees, rushing towards Priscilla. She loaded the gun again, and fired at the zombie. A couple more zombies stormed towards Priscilla, and she fired again. One bullet left,  she thought. "I better make this one count!" She aimed straight at her head, and pulled the trigger.