The gunshot drew Suzie's attention, she'd spent the week since she'd been here scrounging a life from the abandoned buildings around. Finding ammo and a gun to go along with her own, taking it off the lifeless body of some poor idiot who had been from what she could tell eaten. She supposed it was Torchwood that had made her immune to stuff like that. Or maybe her murders had done that, she wasn't sure. Either way it had made her a surrvivor. Truth was, Suzie didn't want to die. Not ever, and if this was the world that had been forced upon her then she would live in it. She'd survive because that was what she did. Much as she was scared she had been getting by by shooting the zombies. But she was starting to run low on ammo. And that was unacceptable.
Which was why following the gunshot was probably a stupid idea. But she had to admit to curiosity. The two zombie things lay dead as Suzie stepped out from the shadows, dirty, and tired but very much human. "Good shot" she called stepping into John's view. "Can I assume you weren't here before?" she asked knowing just how confusing it could be winding up in this place, and only imagining how confusing it could be when faced with Zombies. Or that was the official reason. Really she couldn't deny the appeal of teaming up with someone toting guns around and with as good an aim as the man seemed to have. "New place, unexpected, weren't supposed to wind up here, am I close?" she asked.
"They say we should get to one of the camps scattered around the country" she told him, her accent marking her as British and already out of place given where they were. "I haven't managed it yet, I assume we're in a hotzone. But might be better with two of us."
Forward, perhaps it was, but this was the time for that kind of thing.