Emma adjusted the strap of her backpack on her shoulder. The large, deformed body lay on its side a couple of feet in front of her, engulfed in dwindling flames. She could really get a look at it now that it wasn't chasing her and she wasn't scared to death. Her heart was still beating against her ribcage painfully. There was some evidence of humanity inside its eyes but the skin seemed to have mutated to layer upon itself until it was a huge, slimey mess of a creature. The body was charring now and appeared like a heap of black coal. Her gaze fell back upon the market. It wasn't a bad place to scavenge for items at all. 

She went inside, the little bell connected to the glass door jingling as she let it close noisily behind her. Emma regretted that move, knowing there could possibly be more nearby. She supposed there probably wasn't and took her time looking through the old, dusty shelves. She found a can of ravioli and a rag and tossed it in her bag. She made her way back outside only to find an old, beaten down truck engulfed in flames. Her eyes widened as she spotted a trail of the oil going from the monster to the truck, flames following the trail. Emma made a run for it, running upstreet toward a dirt road. She stopped once she reached it and turned to stare as the entire car blew up, along with some of the gas station. It made a loud boom that reverberated through the area. She watched as metal parts and debri flew into the air and scattered across the concrete 

"My bad." Emma mumbled.