"Where?" Iman looks up sharply, follows Rita's point, and breaks into a huge, relieved grin. "That's her. That's her!"

Thank fuck. She picks up the pace, just barely avoiding breaking into a run. She knows this isn't the end of it. There is still a solid chance Greta was there and... isn't, anymore... but she can't think about that. Can't, won't.

"She's a baker!" she shouts over her shoulder, and neatly clotheslines another zombie as it jumps up out of a shrubbery.