@raitokurouzu
There had been no sign at Point 04. She proceeded on, running as fast as legs could carry her; the demand to traverse the city’s parameters in order to check each safe-zone was easily far too great for a single entity. Despite having only visited two, a further ten waiting, to distance required to venture between each was enormous. There was only so much human willpower could do.
She would cross ways with others retreating towards the last point which she had located, seeking refuge from the monsters which stormed the city hungry for blood. Weary legs could scarcely compete with them, and inevitably, her pace slowed. The protest of her body overpowering by the time she had encountered the scene of a boy whose white hair stood out like a beacon of its own against the crumbled landscape, with werewolf soldiers charging his way. Tired as she were, allowing the possibility that he may come to harm was unacceptable.
With what strength remained in her legs, she catapulted into the field, slamming the belly of Lord Camelot into the pack of wolves, who yelped as they were piled away. And onto the ground with them, she fell, lifting firstly her head in order to direct him.
“Flee the area if you’re unable to fight - they won’t stay down for long, there is a construction point some way back, it would be closer than the one I’m heading to. Get a safe distance before they can recover”.