Well, shit. Max is indeed starting to regret this. Are you kidding? Creepy as hell. This woman better not be one of those zombies she heard about. Max backs up a step, almost involuntarily, but keeps the stairs nearby so she can bolt if she needs to.

"What are you doing?" She can't keep the nervousness out of her voice, nor can she keep it at a whisper- it comes out louder than she means it to. The light on Evelyn swings back and forth as Max shakes the phone, trying to catch the woman's attention. Maybe she should have brought some form of self-defense. Like a taser, because that would definitely end well.