"Sister, you okay?" Rebecca asked as she approached cautiously, her footsteps echoing softly against the debris-strewn floor of the grocery store.
Rachel stood frozen in place, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the adrenaline slowly ebbed from her system. The infected creature lay motionless several feet away from where she had hurled it, its twisted form creating an unsettling silhouette against the overturned shelving unit.
"Ha..." The sound escaped Rachel's lips as a breathless laugh, but there was no humor in it. She blinked rapidly, as if awakening from a trance, and suddenly became acutely aware of the circle of stunned faces surrounding her. The realization of what she had just done—or more like how savage she did it—hit her like a physical blow. Her face flushed a deep crimson that spread from her cheeks down her neck. "I... I just wanted to do it myself..."
