He went up to the roof to check on her and there she was, sitting on the edge, staring off into space. He walked over and asked, “Something wrong?”
She turned and looked at him blankly.
“You look like something’s bothering you. Wanna talk about it?”
She snorted in disgust at his question, turned away, and then, after a short pause, pushed off. He had no chance to grab her, pull her back. By the time he made it to the edge to look down, the zombies in the street five stories below him were already converging on the body.