[She's almost all the way to the roof when she feels the ladder shift with his additional weight, and she lets out a sigh of relief. No needing to jump down to hoist him up. She scales the way to the top and doesn't waste any time in jogging over to the edge to peer down at the creatures pursuing them.

She doesn't want to admit they're zombies, because as far as she knew they were the furthest thing from real. But as it turns out, she's finding out a lot of things she thought were real actually aren't.]

They shouldn't be able to reach us here. [Which means they'll have time to rest and form a plan. A plan would be really great right about now. Her eyes frantically look around, searching for something to use as a weapon. Finding nothing, her shoulders slump, but she refuses to look entirely defeated.]

We can travel from rooftop to rooftop if we have to. Anything to keep moving and stay alive.