She felt too hot. Impossibly hot. Like she might have been sitting in an oven on the surface of the sun. Her skin felt like it was on fire. Her organs felt like they were boiling. She wondered if she managed to find any water to splash on her face, if it would just go up in steam before it got to her skin.
The big green zombie had bitten her right on the back of her leg. Then it had tossed her aside like she was a sack of potatoes. Apparently sweeter treats had come along. It had taken Jennifer a while to be able to stand up. She hadn't wanted to move at all. It hurt so badly. But then a small army of those things had come around the corner a couple of blocks down, and it had motivated her. The only thing worse than being bitten was being eaten to death.
Sweat poured down her face, leaked out of all of her pores.
All she wanted to do was find Simon. Something in her knew that she wasn't going to last like this. And she felt like she needed to see him. Tell him that she had been interested, but work had gotten in the way. Work always got in the way. Jennifer had great regrets about letting her job take over her life. She would do that differently, if she had the chance to go back. Especially here, in this place, where people had an actual working police force. Where they didn't need to pay to have their crimes solved. There was no reason to be so personally involved here.
Jennifer didn't know where Simon would be. All she could do was walk around and call out his name occasionally and hope.