"I hope it is still standing," she says dubiously. Bridges were among the first landmarks to be destroyed by the kaiju as they ploughed resolutely through the metropolitan aggregate of human manufacture.

Zombies are not kaiju. The scale of destruction, Mako thinks she can safely assume, should be significantly different.

So.

Mako looks to the sky, searching for some indication of sun or moon or stars beneath the darkened underbellies of clouds.

"We can find a boat," she decides, hoping her approximation of 'west' is correct relative to them as she begins walking. "If the bridge is gone, we can still escape."