Dirt caked beneath her fingernails as she dug through the rich soil near the riverbed.  Fingers grasping at the squirming worm when it emerged, she pulled it from the ground.  Tilting her head back with a grimace, the woman braced herself before placing it in her mouth.  It wasn't a feast, but in her haste to leave the city she hadn't exactly made any preparations.  Grasshoppers were another thing she could force herself to eat if she didn't think too much about it.  Luckily, right now she was running on autopilot.  There was no thinking; she was just reacting to the environment around her.

The sound of someone or something nearby catching her attention, Elizabeth's head whirled around quickly.  Wild eyes scanning her surroundings they lingered on a figure down the river unsure whether or not the person was friendly.  She had no reason to believe otherwise, but she could remember people in the city shoving each other, pushing others in the line of danger to save their own skins.

Keeping a doubtful eye on him, she noticed something wrapped in sheets laying beside him.  It was only then she noticed that the man was crying.  She looked away.  Understanding what he must have been feeling, she refused to let herself empathize.  She couldn't.  She wasn't ready to cope or feel her own emotions just yet.

Trying to ignore the nearby person, she went back to her own digging.  It was the snap of twigs that made her look back.  Thinking she would be watching his departure, her shoulders sagged while an exasperated expression appeared on her face.  Hoping that she wasn't about to witness this man die, she silently urged him to turn around and do something.  Watching him notice it a little too late, she found herself standing, watching on in shock and horror, paralyzed as to what her next move should be.

Cursing as she scrounged around and grabbed the first thing she could find which was a large stick, she rushed to the deep hole the two had fallen in during their struggle.  Seeing the two wrestle, she gripped the stick in her hand and tried to aim for the ghastly creature on top.  With a grunt of effort, she took a swing bludgeoning it repeatedly on the head until the skull finally caved in.

Clasping the stick tighter in her hand, she narrowed her brows and stared down into the hole trying to determine whether or not the man she'd seen was turning.  Jerking backward, she poised the large stick above her head ready to start raining down on him with it if needed.