Taylor was relieved when light flooded the room from the broken window. But that relief was short lived when she realized that another zombie, seemingly more dangerous than the other, had entered the room. The new infected quickly killed the other lesser zombie within moments and then rounded on her. She was stymied as to what to do. She might have a chance of running from the other zombie, but there was something feral about this infected - there would be no getting passed him.

That meant she would have to fight, the light that was now shining in the room revealed thick iron pipes laying abandoned not a foot from where she stood - there were probably intended for a project. You know, before, the world ended. Picking up one of the pipes without breaking eye contact with the monster, she hefted the heavy object at him. It was too heavy for her and the corroded surface bit into her hands painfully. She would drop it any second.

Using her last bit of strength Dr. Snow threw the pipe desperately at the zombie, and began scrambling towards the window that he'd jumped through - still unwilling to open the door and face the crowd of zombies waiting for her there.