She ducked back down behind the log when he opened up with the semi-auto. It wouldn't protect her from the smell, but it should stop the bullets nicely. Not that Pete was likely to shoot her, but...the possibility existed. Zombies tended to make people lose all common sense, and any semblance of caution. It was a testament to how fucked up her life was that they didn't really bother her anymore.
Of course, being down and behind the log meant that she couldn't see what he was throwing at her. At least he didn't nail her in the head with it? Curiosity did drive her to stick her head back up, after what was probably a long thirty seconds or so for him, to eye what had been thrown in her direction.
It wasn't something that inspired confidence, that piece of metal that had been shaped into a collar. Still, Pete wouldn't do anything to hurt her, so after a moment she snapped the thing on around her neck. And much to her relief, the zombies all just...stopped. Then started to literally fall apart, slumping where they stood. The smell was getting worse, though.
"Hey, could I get a hand?" She sounded like shit, of that there was no doubt. Still, Kira was trying to get up. She felt so very weak after this...