As the thing toppled over Romilda stopped lobbing things at it and leaned over to put her hands on her knees stabilizing herself. She could feel drops of water running down her arms and was unsure whether it was from the tears or from the sweat popping out of her skin. She didn't know whether or not it would get back up, but she did know that something wasn't quite right.
"We let them loose, the ones that were left," she choked out trying to take deep calming breaths. The symptoms were beginning to set in and they were taking over at a rather rapid pace. "Food," she said finally turning to point at the bag that was splayed out along the road. "I have to get it back." She moved to moved to gather it back up as it looked like a pristine bag of groceries rather than the busted blood covered items they had become.