The gun shot from the boy startled her, and she immediately turned on her heel, dropping to her knees she aimed her gun leg directly at his head. "Mother fucker, are you trying to blow off my fucking head?!" Dark gaze glared at the boy, as she kept her gun leg poised at his head. So in that position, it was safe to bet that he could see up her skirt, lucky for her, she was wearing a pair of red leather shorts beneath the black mini skirt. If there was one thing she learned, it was to be prepared to do splits and cartwheels with a gun leg. Having a gun on her leg made it difficult to aim while standing up. She could point the gun in the general direction while standing, but usually the force that the shots took out on her body made her unsteady. When aiming on a specific target - like this boy's head - it was easier to balance herself on her knees. It also guaranteed her perfect aim.
Looking down at his shotgun, Cherry smirked as she nodded her head towards his weapon. "An IGA Coach double barreled shotgun?" The woman knew her weapons, and she knew them well. Having a boyfriend like El Wray made her knowledgeable about all sorts of weaponry, and even items that weren't typically used as weapons - like scalpels, and golf clubs, and legs from tables. "That must be a bitch to reload. Two shots and then what? You're pretty much screwed." A low groaning echoed from behind the boy, and without warning, Cherry shifted her leg and let off three shots to blow off the zombies head. Watching it collapse to the ground and twitch for a moment before going still, she snickered. "Fucking road kill..."
She was about to continue on but the approach of a dog caught her off guard. "Holy shit!" Watching the massive black dog bound in front of the boy, she eyed the creature, trying to determine if it was a zombie as well. Realizing that it was attempting to help them with the zombies, Cherry looked back up at the boy. "Cute dog, I didn't know you could have pets."
Tossing black hair over her shoulders, she watched the dog for a moment. He was larger than the typical dog, even for a german shepherd. Standing next to her while she was on her hands and knees probably left him a good six inches over her. There was a lull in the zombie hoards, but Cherry still remained on her knees with her gun poised in the air, waiting for the next attack.