*the feed kicks in to show the new feather doing a back flip while twisting her body to swing her fist down into the face of one of the zombies. sweat cakes off the new comers forehead, her breaths rigid from fighting for a little while.*

*Tifa kicks off another zombie, landing on her feet into a circle of them, surrounded. fists are up in an attack stance, knees slightly bent.*

Is there anyone out there?

*there's a variety of zombies, some with doors as shields, some with cones on their heads... they start to close in on Tifa*

*a swear escapes her as she starts kicking and punching at the circling monsters, seeing no way to jump out of the circle.*