"I don't know," she answered, as soon as she heard the voice because he'd been moving too fast for her to actually see him. One second she'd been falling and the next her brother was carrying her, out of the seclusion she'd been in for days and down out into the blinding sun and horror in the compound. Wanda wriggled out of Pietro's arms but held onto him for support, staring around in disbelief.
There were bodies everywhere and people shrieking as they were torn to pieces. Even as she watched them die, moments later they were on their feet again, groaning as they joined the hordes of monsters overrunning the save haven. Wanda couldn't help but think that this was at least partially her fault. If not for those few minutes before she'd known what was going on and kept up her shields maybe some of these people would have escaped. Escaped out into a world of the dangerous undead, probably, but it had still been a chance they hadn't had. She didn't have long to dwell on it and this certainly was not the time to do it. The refugees and staff still alive and trying to flee were the ones that needed help now.
It wasn't hard to spot Clint, shooting his exploding arrows into a crowd of monsters (how else could they think of them now? Even the ones who had still be alive were out and trying to rip people's throats out). It also wasn't hard to miss the fire that started spreading directly after he shot. Leave it to Clint to leave as much destruction as possible in his wake.