Rainy GA nights...
(OOC: part of the concept behind a battle belt is that is can be quickly removed by medical personal when treated an injured combatant. It would be easy to remove from RJ's corpse and obvious enough for Florence quickly pick up on the fact. No cutting required)
The first of the undead emerged from the rain under the awning, spotted Florence and RJ's body, and made a beeline for them. Luckily, the shambling corpses moved at somewhat less than their former physical speed. But they were still moving along well.
Florence had stuffed RJ's belt, slung his rifle the bike's frame with the rifle's sling, and was just hanging the backpack on the handlebars and tightening the pack straps to hold it in place when a former waitress, an ex-cop, a one armed pizza delivery guy, a naked woman, and a boy spider man pajamas began moving toward her. More dark shapes were coalescing out of the rain behind them.
Immediately the air, formerly smelling of wet oil stained concrete, took on an air of decaying, putrid flesh. Her nose wrinkled involuntarily, it wasn't a smell she thought she would ever get used to.
Mounting the bike Florence quickly pedaled out into the rain, grateful for the cleaner, albeit, colder air. She headed back east toward the overpass, directly away from the undead, and towards the cover of the interstate above.