"Some political prisoner you are." She said from behind Danny who had been not only the worst bargaining chip in the history of the world-- but also the greatest human shield.
Well, at least until he fell down and "died".
Surrender was starting to look like a good idea at this point-- but surrender was never an option.
She unleashed a volley of darts back at the attackers, but there were just too many of them-- and anywhere they hid, the kids were just going to come after them.
"Run! Save your self, Grayson!" She shouted back at him, moving to cover his escape and taking several darts to the torso and legs in the process. "Tell your old man I always--."
She fell, melodramatically and with lots of choking "dying" noises, then finally flopped onto her side on the ground, tongue sticking out in the universal sign for "dead".
Her gun and ammo were confiscated by the older kids whose morale was bolstered, and charged after Dick whooping their war cries.
One of the youngest of them though straggled behind and crouched next to her, pushing her tongue back in her mouth. "Don't die, Miss Dinah." The little one pleaded, poking at her cheeks to try to get a reaction.
Dinah opened both eyes and winked at the little girl before reaching up to grab her, tickling her sides. "I'm alive! It's a miracle! But gee, am I hungry. I think I might be a zombie who wants to eat little kids!" Dinah laughed, sitting up and scooping the girl into her lap and making om nom nom noises on her arms. The girl shrieked and laughed that baby-belly laugh before wriggling away and running after the other kids to go finish off the last of the opposition.
"Get him! Don't let him get away!" She called to encourage the kids, grinning but remaining seated on the mats.
Apparently, death and zombie-ism had made her switch sides.