Remain inside their homes? Yeah fucking right. That just meant it was play time. The Boss didn't care if she was one of those select numbers or not. The fact of the matter was that she was one of the few on the ship with full body armor and an alien pulse rifle. She'd brought her pistols too, just in case, and the oddly floppy tentacle bat was strapped to her back for more fun later. Following the noise to the park was no problem at all.
The problem was, the Boss realized as she stood half on the seat of a bench and stepped up to be part on the back, that she'd forgotten just how much fucking noise that this rifle made. Now she was familiar with zombies. STAG had done some testing and made some of the Steelport locals undead. Firing a laser bullet at the skulls of a horde of undead was nothing new. But as mentioned, the rifle made a hell of a noise and it was drawing more attention than she wanted.
She'd knocked off about ten of them on the outskirts before a small group broke off and headed for the noise. "Aw fuck..." she muttered as she realized who their target was. Jumping off of the bench, she ran to make space between her and her small group of undead. The problem was that the helmet limited her vision more than she liked and she ended up tripping over a decorative rock and going sprawling. She had just enough time to yank the helmet off and throw it, before a zombie was grabbing at her feet.
Rolling onto her back, she grabbed her pistols and carefully started to fire off rounds. One, two, three... Enough space to get up. Pistols away, she grabbed the bat off her back and swung at the closest zombie. One good thing about alien tech was that it sent the undead creature flying head first into a tree. Even she seemed a little surprised, "I have got to use this thing more." Creepy as it was.