Caterina leaned against the buildings inner wall chest heaving from exertion, her muscles gave a dull ache and she came to the realization that her fingers were completely clamped around her bow staff and weren't letting go.
"Ow…" she mumbled as she pried her fingers one by one open until her bow staff fell to the ground with a clatter.
At least I'm not dead…or bitten, she thought as she heard the screams of girls that hadn't survived the rescue mission.
She swiped blood from her cheek ignoring the smell of rot and decay, and now stared at the young woman whom they had saved from the horde. She was quite pretty, and certainly seemed confident.
Well she's safe, I guess that's all that counts…Her thoughts began to fade out as she felt the full force of her exhaustion and she slid to the floor looking at all the people running around, cleaning themselves up, checking for bites and scratches from those things, and just trying to get a peek at the new comer.
She chuckled lightly, then began to hum softly to herself.
Everything will turn out fine…this is all just a bad dream perhaps? Maybe when I wake up I'll play with shion and Anne.
Her head lolled to the side and she drifted off peacefully, and no one was the wiser of the nightmares swirling in her head of zombies, girls being eaten alive, and the very things that lived within her head.