Rae's laughter echoed through the vehicle, drawing stares (and a few glares), but Marga paid them no mind, instead indulging in the rush of pride that followed a successful joke. It was most likely in poor taste to essentially be laughing about someone turning into a zombie, but the humor was there all the same. She laughed along with her friend. "Could be. If anyone ever figures out how to communicate with a waker, maybe we'll have an answer."
Now that she was in her element, so to speak, Marga felt a noticeable steadiness to her hands that hadn't been present when she'd gotten up close and personal to that shuffler. She stopped a trio of runners in their tracks, preventing them from getting to two of the living on the second level. She swung her attention back to Rae in time to take out another runner that had been closing in from behind.
She grew nervous once more as the blonde ducked into a store, unable to get a bead on whatever undead may be lurking beyond the shelves. While Rae explored and gathered supplies, Marga occupied herself with keeping the front area of the store and the nearby area clear of undead. Thankfully, many of these were slow shufflers.
Except for one. At first Marga thought it was one of their group, but upon further inspection, she noted the lack of weaponry and the even more evident lack of fear of the surrounding undead. "Waker," she muttered, the word sending an icy chill down her spine.
As if summoned by her quiet word, the zombie turned its head and looked right at the window Marga was perched in. The woman held her breath, capturing the waker in her scope and taking it out with a single head-shot. Her eyes darted about the area of the mall, praying that was the only one.