I always wanted to be a side kick, oh you know I was never meant to be a heroine, not me, but there we were little ol’ Tryg and I fighting zombies next to Dr. Vincent outside the hospital. Wow, I never been that brave before. I broke rule one of survival. Be queit; be unseen.  I never break that rule never, ever; it is how I survived four, count them four refugee groups out there in the world.  I knew when to hide; I never followed the man that yelled, “Come on boys, let’s get them;” To my, shame I hung back and let others die to save myself.  Rule one: be quiet, be unseen, but well, I NEED DR. VINCENT!!!!.  Half the time, I am the only one on duty.  The other staff are on other hours and often I am manning the ward alone and well that is just not good. I have to have some time to wash my underwear and sleep. Anyway, there he was Dr. Vincent like oh like uh Dr. Who, right fighting two, count them two walkers.  I was like, OH MY GOD!  We need him!  I ran and grabbed a broom. I was so scared but I went out there. He was stabbing them and kicking them and it was amazing!  Then along came Tryg, the blind guy, mostly blind guy, nice guy. Well he had a his stick and I had my broom, and there was the doc, healer, leader, heroic zombie fighter. Pretty impressive, and he stabs one and then he like so into what he is doing he does not quiet seem to notice the other until it was right on him. Really DRAMATIC!  Of course I was a little concerned because he kept calling me EM, I don’t know who that is, but he must have kind of gone in to a killing zoned out place because he thought I was some girl “STAY BACK EM.” He was fighting to protect some women in his head.  You know people are a little crazy these days. As Tryg and I brought down our sticks on the thing that was all ooozie and snappy, the doctor just put a dagger with surgeon like precision into it’s head. GREAT JOB DOC!  There we were like the three musketeers, kicking ass and taking… well okay it was mainly the doc but it was one of the greatest day of my life.