Denny made her way back to the truck with Tomlin and the lad with the swords, picking up her pace as she heard the hoard quickly approach in the distance. She slammed the door and looked back at the group of the sick, now upon them, everyone seemed to be getting away...

[i]...except...[/i]

The little girl. Danielle couldn't act fast enough. She could barely process it. But within seconds the crowd of sick undead cannibals was upon her small form, the already bloody red teeth tore into the young girl's flesh with a sick squelch. The moans of the putrid turned, drowning out her futile screams-- she couldn't even do that for long, they tore at her throat, they turned the small body of the innocent girl into a pile of meat and blood within seconds.

Denny wanted to help. She wanted to look away. She didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she had to do something. Tears in her eyes, she raised her gun and fired several shots into the crowd, it was too late. She knew it was, she was probably doing more harm than good with her potshots. But to see more death, so graphically and violently, again, happening to someone so young. She lost a part of herself as she watched the young girl die.

Opening the door, she dropped the gun to the asphalt and retched. After a few seconds, she got up, and wiping a few tears away from her eyes, weakly called over to Charlie, "C-Charlie! We have to get out of here!"