Eloise took a moment to collect herself and steady her breathing, but almost instantly began storming around the room, collecting anything of interest -- notebooks, folders, a medical kit. It seemed better to hurry now; there was no way to tell if more would come, but it was usually a safe guess that they would in droves. The city seemed to have an endless population of undead.
Her back and chest were aching, as well as the roots of the hair that had been pulled -- but when Brennan asked she shook her head. "I'm all right..."
Another step, however, and she held up her hand again, finally noticing the shooting pains in her knees. Oh Ellie thought. Damn it.
"I tore up my knees," she finally murmured, gathering up a pack that had been left near the abandoned sleeping bag -- still full of textbooks. "It... hurts. Maybe we'd better go back."
She didn't want to look down and see the damage, but now that she'd noticed the pain it only seemed to become more noticeable. Why did I bring anyone here? She thought absently. Now I'm a liability.