Paksenarrion watched as the helicopter lifted off without her, leaving her stranded in the middle of zombie territory. Even now, she could hear the sounds of shuffling footsteps all around her. Sighing, she wiped the sweat from her palms on her jeans, first her left, then her right, switching her grip on the maglite. Turning slowly around, she looks for a path through the undead, and sprints quickly through gaps between the hordes. Pointing the maglite at the helicopter, she rapidly turns it on and off in the hopes that someone will spot her makeshift signal, occasionally using it as a heavy baton to break through outstretched arms.