Re: clem rescue - graham/shane/jack/clem
[Once, seeing men gone feral would've been real bothersome to the woman hiding herself behind the cot. But living in this place, it sapped humanity away from folks. There wasn't time then to think about the things she'd done in that mall, how much of her old sour self had shown in a blue dress, but she knew it had something to do with all this. A person watched men become animals for long enough, and they started losing the thing that made them human to begin with. She watched for a few seconds, and she wasn't disgusted or bothered in the least, not by any of it. She was relieved. Those dead things dying were just salvation. They meant she might make it out of here, and she waited as the numbers lessened before climbing out from behind the cot.
Staying there, hiding, until it was all clear, that was probably the safest thing to do. Real likely that it was the sanest thing to do too. But no way was she staying back. The safest place for her was wherever Graham was, and she was sticky blood and underthings, and she came up behind Graham's, back quiet as some dead thing from the nightmares that plagued her recent. She didn't say a thing, not to Jack or Shane, who got looked on by blue eyes in a bloodstained face. She didn't say a thing to Graham, who just got fingers wound up in the back of his filthy shirt.]