Rae grabbed a couple of spare camp lights from one of the nearest reachable shelves and then turned to make her way out of the store when she saw it. Every person's nightmare – at least nowadays. Wakers were just about the worst thing that any survivor, immune or not, could see.
Even though she'd seen wakers no less than a hundred times, she couldn't hold back a little terrified gasp. But that was all it took. The waker turned its attention from Rae to Marga and Rae felt a heavy chill make its way down her spine. The waker made a loud call, which usually meant that there was at least one other waker around that would soon come out of the woodwork. Fuck, she thought, pulling the emergency pistol that she kept on her from her hip. She had her AK around her shoulder, but that would be too much movement and the waker would definitely notice. She was sure that Marga was trained on it, but that didn't mean that she didn't want a backup plan.
A small piece of her wanted to shout to Marga; she was sure the other woman had noticed it, but she didn't want to take a chance. Fortunately, she didn't need to. Marga took the waker out and Rae didn't relax, no, but she allowed herself to breathe a little easier. Thank you, Marga, she thought, making a mental note to thank her in person when this was all finished.
Rae wasn't sure if it was the gunshot or the call, but she heard the excruciatingly painful groan that came with the knowledge that there was another waker around there somewhere. She had finish? But she had to be quick. Shouldering the half-full supply, she headed for the door and gave Marga a thankful look, before nodding to the drug store nearby. She grabbed her two-way radio from her opposite hip and hit the button to speak to Marga. "There's another waker. Be careful. I'll be quick."