Zoe was dealing with the the punk's friend. Not very expertly, but she could swing her fist and holding a handgun while she did gave it extra oomph when she landed a punch. Zombie attacks in other parts of the country didn't concern her because none were happening in the Triangle that she knew. Shooting stars were of little interest to her as well.
Zoe took a punch in the shoulder and snarled, familiar rage flooding through her. She channeled it from long practice and made her next swing nearly lethal as the punk fell back against the roof wall. His head lolled over the edge into nothing.
"What!?" She turned to see if Sliver was all right and saw what he was looking at. The streak of red headed directly for their position.
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