Bethany's rubbish.

"Oh, Adrien!" Violet-Annemarie fluted in octaves yet unknown to human eardrums before falling into the soldier's waiting arms. He swung her about in a circle before holding her close.
"Oh, Violet-Annemarie, how I've missed you!"
"But how on earth did you escape from the undead hordes?"Violet-Annemarie inquired tearfully, pushing herself away to stare into his beautiful, rugged face.
"Well..." He began in his manly voice. "It's like this-...I-....Well, you see-..."
Violet-Annemarie blinked naturally two-inch lashes and waited, porcelain.
"...I didn't?" He ended, quizzical and slightly apologetic.
"What," Annemarie hissed, "did you just say?"
"I di-" Both Adrien's sentence and topmost region were cut short as the door ceased to be a door and proceeded to become shrapnel. Violet-Annemarie sprang into action, ducking and covering as the air became filled with glittering, razor-sharp metal. What was left of Adrien hit the backmost wall of the fallout shelter at the same instant that Violet-Annemarie pulled two fully loaded STG-44's from under her petticoat and opened fire on the zombies that were now pouring through the freshly-opened doorframe.
"But Violet-Annemarie," Adrien cried, in last-words-form, "I tried my best!"
"Frankly, my dear," Violet-Annemarie replied, emptying and reloading another antique cartridge in a matter of seconds, "I don't give a damn."