Rachel looked at the bodies, still disturbed but had braced for the sight after experiencing the walking corpses they had to put an end to. In her mind, despite evidence saying otherwise, she told herself in her mind that a beast mauled them to death somehow. She was however more taken aback when Axol rushed to pick up a bottle from one of them and gulped it down, her face glowering with visible disgust at how easily he fell to the temptation of the drink.

Seeing that Curly, having picked up on his unease, had moved to the barracks by himself, she would follow along without another word.