She stared at it, the muscles in her jaw jumping. Its hungry, grinding teeth gnawed on that fraying fabric endlessly. Her face quivered with shock and nausea.
She slammed the harsh, cold metal into its temple. The shriek she'd been holding in finally emitted in a wail of pain and fury and exhaustion.
She hacked at it until she could hardly swing anymore. Her arms trembled and her elbows creaked.
She knew she'd have to set out soon; she could already hear the walkers moaning.
Her tongue was swathed in velvet, and her sobs caught in the dry stitches of her teeth.
"God help me," she gasped. She felt her whole body tremble when she heaved herself off of her haunches. She looked over at the horizon, gauging her time to find a shelter. She guessed she had about an hour. She felt warmth spring in her eyes again, like water from a well.
She blinked them away and started walking again, with cinderblock feet and a churning stomach.
She came upon a small outc