"Y-yes, thank you," Shakti said to Camila, wishing she had retained enough composure to at least remember to be tactful.  As Shakti ran on her own strength, she felt a weakness and wavering in her movements, a sudden coldness and a sharp pain in her side.  She felt a warm trickle down her side and saw the wound for the first time, eyes opening wide.  The terror and adrenaline had numbed her to the grievous injury she had sustained.  She put her hands to her side and kept it there despite the pain and looked around frantically.  She wondered if Winnie or Camila had noticed, and if they did, why didn't they tell her?  As her blood drained, her delirium turned to paranoia and she began to distrust them.

Then, the shadows attacked Winnie in a horrifying and gruesome spectacle.  Shakti was terrified, she knew she would be next. And that was when the voice prompted her to do the unthinkable.  Shakti looked around to see if anyone else heard the voice, noticing the Russian obey the voice's commands.  Several thoughts ran through Shakti's head, one of which was how she wished she had been the first to eat the flesh of the dead shade.  It was a silly thought, but Shakti prided herself as a leader, a pioneer, and never one to take second.  Camila jumped in front of her to protect her, but Shakti slinked around Camila and knelt down at the dead shade.  Eating this would help her survive; and with her gaping wound, she was desperate.  But not only desperate, she somehow knew that this flesh promised not only survival, but something more: power.  Strange, seductive, dark thoughts swirled around in her confused mind.  Where Katerina had eaten her bit reluctantly, Shakti practically gorged herself on it, taking as many large chunks as she could and desperately trying to hold down as much of it as possible without retching.  She did this to keep herself alive, but more than that, right now, she was the Goddess Kali, devouring demons.