It was the middle of the day. Driving down the road in her truck, using the last of her fuel, VB crashed through the stain glass window, creating a glistening cascade of colored shards that coated the floor. Quickly leaping through the hole where the door had been, cape billowing behind her, she ran towards the nearest book shelf. Rushing to beat the slowly advancing horde of living, rooting flesh trailing her, she pushed the shelf in front of the newly created gap in the wall. Standing back, she lit a cigarette and smiled. As the zombies began to climb the barrier, she flicked her fingers, hurtling the lit cigarette towalrds the worn books. As the pages ignited, she could hear the screams of the remains of whatever humanity was left in her pursuers. Once the fire burnt through, she replaced the shelf, waiting for her next victims.