The zombie had one ear missing and both its lips had been bitten off, perhaps that was its death-kiss from the zombie that turned it into one of the undead. One hand had been mangled and its right bicep was chewed away, exposing the white bones beneath. It had been scalped by some failed attempt to slay it and as the emaciated being drew each rattling breath, it made a low growling moan that should've chilled Zia's blood. Perched atop of one of the theme-parks many buildings, the girl had quite the view of what went on around her. Whether it be approaching walkers, people, or her next meal.
Zia's rose gold hair contrasted greatly with her leather jacket, which may save her from some of the shallow bites but not the blistering heat. Her hazel eyes scanned the ground twenty feet below; they lie like dolls over the grass, limbs at awkward angles and heads held in such a way that they cannot be sleeping. Being that she had been separated from her friends a few months prior she has only had to look after herself.
The young adults head lolled back as she absorbed the morning sun, its rays broke past the mountains to the south and began to engulf the whole area.

Time flowed like cement. Zia checked her watch for the time. A minute had passed since she last checked an hour ago, or so it seemed. Sitting there with nothing to stare at but a walker below with a busted jaw was excruciatingly dull. That was until the undead beings' attention was peeled away from its original destination. Zia's hazel eyes followed the general direction the dead man's interest formed. Only to see another human-like figure she rolled those eyes the color of milk chocolate edged with a deep forest-green that sometimes seemed to swirl together like moss creeping over rich soil. A bogus claim of life. Doubt then surged through her and suggested she look one more time, only to notice a very-much-so alive dude plastered against a brick wall, attempting to shuffle by the three, no, now four starving biters.
In one fluid motion, Zia made her way down the wall, merely by what was left of a ladder and an old gutter pipe. Retrieving her knife from her hind pocket, she approached the walker from behind. Ensuring she made no noise she walked heel to toe, knees slightly bent. Once she was within range she lunged toward the walking corpse, driving the knife right through its temple. At a constant speed, Zia made her way to the abandoned settlement near the stranger.

The sour stench of the undead radiated from their emaciated bodies. Toni's attention frayed at the seams and was torn away from the other walkers, her green eyes landing upon a duo leaning up against the abandoned tent. A scarlet liquid had drenched the kids' white shirt, the light had left his eyes as the color from his rosy cheeks vanished as if ice had struck him. His eyes were glossed over with clouds; skin mangled. Alongside him had been a woman’s body, lying limply, her soul departed. A soft sigh escaped Toni mouth before she was dragged back to reality. 
A small laugh soon emitted from her as the tall man gracelessly took down one of the biters. Due to the ignorant noise that had come from her direction, the walking corpse turned around and headed for her. It's snake-like brown-grey intestines dragged in the dirt as it staggered toward Toni, using only its ears and nose for guidance. Her stomach lurched as she was unready for the sudden attention and she backed up slowly. She then stumbled over the corpse she previously took down, "shit!" she exclaimed. Sitting on the carnival ground, she reached for her trusted knife, waiting for the dead man to draw closer. Prepared to devour its next meal, it fell to its protruding knees and right onto the blade of the knife; seemingly, it took its own life. 

In the grip of silent panic, Toni rose to her feet so fast she became dizzy. Headache aside, she rushed towards the stranger, eager to get the disgusting being away from him. She cleared the distance between them in 3 seconds flat. Panic like a cluster bomb exploding in her brain, she reached out towards the walker, yanking it back by its torn clothing. Per usual, she shoved her trailing pointed knife right through its temple. As the remaining life evaporated from the biter, its body became limp and fell back onto Toni. Its heavy mass pinning her to the ground. As its crimson liquid spilled onto her leather jacket she groaned, though a sigh of relief escaped her mouth. 

A few soft chuckles emitted from her frame as the dude squirmed and fidgeted as he attempted to relieve her of the heavy mass. With a single brow raised, she observed as the stranger tried to help her up. She studied the hand, it was corded with subdued blue veins. Reluctantly, she took his offer. "I am now fully aware of that," she teased before quirking her brow. "Toni," she briefly introduced. She rubbed the crimson liquid from her knuckles onto jer dark jeans before she held her fist out, waiting for the obvious response.