Zombies were no matter to Rebekah. She could walk among them and it was as if she didn't even exist. They just walked around her, desperate in their search for human flesh. They were a nuisance but a nuisance that had little effect on Rebekah save for her sense of smell. Even a reanimated corpse had the tendency to rot.
She'd had a row with Nik again. After spending thousands of years being taken for granted by her big brother she thought she ought to be used to it. But she had realized that she would never get used to it. It would always eat at her and yet she would always go back to him. He was her brother, her only family. She had always been the loyal one while Elijah and Kol were off having their fun.
Overhearing the conversation between Natasha and Clint had been easy. Rebekah's senses were keen, perhaps the keenest on earth save for Nik's. She wasn't certain but she was sure by the smell and the sounds that Clint was dying. Her little pet, finally getting his wish. She realized in that moment that she didn't like it. That some part of her had always expected to be the one to kill him and only when she had decided it was time for him to time. This was not her decision, it was nothing but a careless accident helped along by some hungry zombies. It wasn't befitting a man of Clint's caliber. And his goodbye to Natasha had touched her heart in an unexpected way.
She began to quickly take out the zombies that had filled up the doorway. She zipped around at speeds far too fast for the human eye to follow as she snapped neck after neck after neck. Even Clint's bow couldn't compete with that kind of efficiency.
"There are still more coming," she explained as she came to a stop in front of Clint. "So what's it going to be? Blow yourself up or I carry you to safety? Time's ticking, love."