"If they don't know Holloway is partially responsible, I'd bet my life they know how this whole thing started. And they're acting like they're the heroes. Telling us to band together, hold out as long as possible. Using us as expendable weapons." She didn't think she needed to specify that us referred to those who had been bitten.
Leah frowned, tamping down the images her mind's eye was assaulting her with. The day the doctors unstrapped her from the bed, put a gun in her hand and told her she had the choice of ending her own pain or extracting vengeance on the creatures that stole her life. Even then, she hadn't been willing to give up. As painful as those days were, Leah had never been one to just roll over and die. And she wasn't going to start now. This was just another fight, and now that she had better motivation? Well, submitting wasn't even an option.
Evan deserved his pound of flesh, but Leah was inclined to fight him for the privilege. When the time came, they'd see exactly who it was that ended Holloway's life. Narcissism dictated that it should be her. "Between the two of us, Mr. Holloway is in for a slow, gruesome death." Didn't matter than Leah had never killed an actual living person before. For someone like Kris, who deserved it? She could stomach it.
Evan's question of whether she wanted to inform Internet Guy about his new duties was met with an even gaze. "It won't be gentle if I tell him, so I suppose it comes down to a question of how much you trust me and how strong of a message you want me to send."