Being an idealist, Rae tried not to live with too much hate. She really did. But right then? She hated the idea for this supply run, hated even more that they'd forced Marga to go along and hated the most that she'd been behind the plan that had ended up with Marga trapped in a room that was surrounded by zombies. It was her determination to make up for that mistake that almost made her slip up. She'd been backing toward what she thought was a wall, trying to make sure that no zombies could sneak up behind her, but when her leg and backside made contact, she found out that it was only a banister and she nearly went toppling over.
It took her a second to recover, but when she did, she finished clearing out the remaining infected and made her way to the door, hands shaking as she released her hold on her AK and let it fall behind her, where it belonged.
When Marga opened it, Rae looked at her friend and saw the emotion on her face and she felt tears welling up in her own eyes. In order to not be caught crying, she threw her arms around her friend's shoulders and hugged her tight. "I'm sorry it took me so long, Marga. I'm so sorry," she shuddered out. "Are you… did you get hurt?" she asked, changing her stupid question to one far less stupid at the last second.