Almost immediately Romilda began to feel dizzy. She had heard that the monsters were somehow connected to the illnesses, but she didn't care. Her babies were gone because of them. Sure, she had a few friends here but no one she was really close with. The horses were the one constant she'd held on to and now they were gone.
Taking the jacket, she began to wipe the blood off of her in between hurling items at it. "I can't stop, it has to die," she said stumbling sideways as she tried to step back a little to where Greg was standing in relative safety.
"The bloody thing helped kill my horses," she stammered as she pointed her hand at a chunk of wall from a nearby building. Okay, so maybe this one in particular had not had a direct hand in any of their deaths, the point was it was here and she had anger that needed to be released.