Like she'd said on the comm, Faith was actually glad to be back in the swing of killing monsters. While in jail she'd had the occasional fight with others in her cellblock-especially once she'd gotten a rep for being exceptionally strong. She hadn't killed anyone in prison-a huge step for her-but she hadn't backed down from a fight, either, which had gotten her in trouble more than once.
She was armed with a sword and a gun, and had a belt of ammo slung on her hips over the edge of her leather pants. She'd been hellishly glad to get out of that damned orange jumpsuit when she'd first gotten here, and had been pleased to see that the clothes in the closet ran along with her tastes. She was also wearing a tanktop, with a leather jacket over it to protect her arms from stray zombie teeth.
After killing a half dozen near the edge of the forest, she began to head in the direction of the cabins. While walking, she heard a weird crackling sound, and picked up the pace slightly to make sure there weren't any guests near the cabin up to no damn good. As she stepped around some trees, she saw the tail end of a light show and watched as a bunch of zombie heads went boom. Her head tilted as she stood there for a sec, then shrugged.
"Well that's one way to do it, I guess." She said as she started walking towards him. That's when she spotted a zombie just behind him, and whipped out her gun. She aimed it at the zombie, though from his point of view, it probably looked like she was aiming at him. Without any explanation, she pulled the trigger, and smiled in satisfaction as her aim struck true-not hitting this guy, but hitting the zombie instead, who fell to the ground a few seconds later, dead. Again.