Keep calm, keep focused. That was the mantra given to her by the officer who'd trained her. Those words were coming into perfect use now. She'd dreaded this day for so long; not that Carnegie Hall would be overrun, but that she would have to stay and help defend it. Two years of experience was what kept her from retreating now.
One whole street was ablaze, and Marga knew it wouldn't be long before the fire spread to the building. Their scopes were becoming useless as the walking corpses closed the distance. Marga scuffed her feet anxiously against the gravel-strewn floor of the balcony, taking aim at a flaming zombie.
That was when the door burst open. A strangled sound that was part gasp and part scream made its way out of Marga's throat as she (and her rifle) spun toward the sound. In her horror, her first thought was that the zombies had made their way into the upper levels, but when she realized it was a living person, one who had come to clear them out, Marga and the other snipers snapped to, gathering their belongings and preparing to evacuate.
She didn't recognize the man, but that hardly mattered at the moment. What mattered was haste. They were already on the fire escape, but that didn't mean it was the safest route to freedom. The flames were spreading quickly, and the Immune that remained down below had their hands full trying to dispatch the group of leapers that had decided to join the party.
One supply raid with Rae didn't even begin to prepare Marga for this sort of close-combat fighting, but despite that, she reached for the sawed-off at her hip. "We've got you covered. Just show us the safest way out," she shouted back.