The fight hadn't lasted long; it lasted long enough for the turning. The guns had been left behind, which meant someone was not going to be happy when she finally came back to the world of the living. They were an unnecessary weight.
The Amazon zombie trudged through the street, making little noise. There was a scraping of a foot that had decided to go numb, but other than that, she didn't bother to groan. Groaning meant food would get away, and the Amazon wanted food. Wanted the warm meat to fill the cavernous pit that had once been her belly.
She settled in to an awkward stand behind a crowd of those somewhat like her. She was waiting; she'd been called here, now she was waiting for whatever called her. Though, she'd prefer to be out hunting, getting food for her empty stomach.