Smack her on the head
From Create Your Own Story
Without further thought you smack her hard across the temple, your hand clenched into a fist, and with all the strength you can muster you push the woman off you. Panicking, you turn to run back up the stairs to your bedroom, grabbing your bedside baseball bat. You take an athletic crouching stance, facing your window. and without further ado, you sprint and with your arms in front, leap through the window, shards of glass scratching your face and arms.
You land with a roll and head towards your car, dodging the crowd of the undead, along with the stranded. Your keys are in your pocket. You figure your chances of surviving are slim on your own. Peter lives across the road from you, he's a middle-aged recently divorced double-barreled shotgun owner. He's a grumpy bastard, but he'd be a useful ally in this situation.
Alan lives next to you, although he's a thug, he's kind of likable, albeit aggressive, he sold you weed that one time, remember? He also owns a slick pocket knife.
Your pathetic hunk of metal is in front of you. She's been with you since the beginning.
Inventory: Baseball Bat
Status: Tired, hand hurts, slightly wounded.
