Shay hastily put herself in the car, taking in deep breaths to control the pain and shock flowing through her body. She had heard stories of the damage the Dead could do and she didn't want to know what would happen if she didn't receive treatment. Focusing on Fen, his cry for help, she tried not to think of those dreading thoughts. Shay caught the belt Ravenia threw to her. "Thanks" she said between deep breaths. Quickly she cinched the belt up on the higher portion of her thigh. She pulled the one side through the buckle and then pulled the other way to tighten it across her leg. She pulled a inch harder than was acceptable and latched in the metal pick through the hole of the belt, letting it settle but still wrap tightly around her leg. She could feel the throbbing growing worse, pulsating up her leg and continuing through her arm on the same left side, her fingertips tingling.
Shay saw Anora fly low towards the direction of Fen's howl. She was relieved as their car followed suite to go help Fen with whatever situation he had gotten himself in to. She couldn't imagine he was hurt due to his size and strength so she hoped it was a cry for help to alert them of something else. If Fen was immobilized it would be due to another, even larger horde of the Dead. She feared how they would handle such an attack after the first.
Shay looked out the window of the car to see Fen and another man with him. Great. Another unknown variable to deal with. First the two children, now an unknown man that was obviously very large and strong. She didn't feel right about this. She also noticed how strange the Dead were acting...organized. Their encounters before were all different. Never had she seen the Dead collect not only in such large numbers but moving with such a collective purpose.
Then Tobias and Jacob joined them. They must have heard Fen's howl as well. Shay looked outside of the window to her side and saw a small group leaning their way. She sung her rifle out and took careful aim. She was in severe pain and shaking, but her skills were not only her impeccably aim but her ability to steady herself in intense situations; she always aced the training simulations Ravenia and the Harpies used for the Blessed Ones and Warriors. Taking a deep breath, her eyes focused on the Dead and she pulled the trigger. She carefully kept the bullets at head level, turning her gun slightly to the right, then left, taking the small group down quickly. She was injured but damned if she would be useless. She noticed the Dead seemed to only keep coming as more were on their way in the distance. "Uh...guys..." she started to alert the group. She wanted to make sure they all knew the amount of Dead closing in on them.
Before she could speak more Shay convulsed. Her body tightened and her arms went rigid, her head flinging backwards as she swung back in to her seat. Her rigid finger clamped down on her rifle trigger and sprayed bullets out the window, up through the roof as her arm swung upwards. Her body shook violently and after the brief moment of lock up, her body released itself, her finger slipping off of the trigger, the gun falling to the floor of the car. Hopefully her stray bullets hadn't hit any of her team. She wasn't quite aware of her surroundings. Her eyes were shut tightly, opening for a moment to see pure white before shutting again. Striking hot pain soared through her veins, pulsating through her body. "Uuughh!!" she cried out in agony, curling up in her seat to a sort of fetal position. The pain was intense inside; no longer did she feel her ankle but her whole body felt as if she were on fire. Shock began setting in as she shook slightly, her jaw shut tight allowing only soft moans of pain to escape.