Rinka crouched down ever ready for a fight, this was her space her den, no dead head was going to take it from her. She creeped along following the small noises that were coming from the distance. Keeping to the shadows she made her way and saw something odd a live zombie and by live she meant faked. She cocks her head to the side and watches from the shadows trying to figure it out when she hears the boy. She waits and watches guaging her next move.