She ran up to see him leaving in the other direction, with the police just now showing up.
Well, she thought,
I guess that makes things easier. I hope he didn't hurt anyone. She considered going after him, but seeing as he was already far away and trying to stay away from everyone, it could wait. This was already the longest day of her life.
God, I just want to lie in a nice soft bed. Thinking of the bed did it, she missed home again. It missed her too, she was sure, but she couldn't go back. She has awoken only a short time before they came down to retrieve her body, so much blood. Her blood. Yet here she was. Running around undead with other undead people that all try to kill each other... well not all of them. She wondered how many actually went around killing all they could, how many of that group lived normal lives before. It was amazing what people could become.
I won't. She vowed to herself.
I wasn't a murderer then, and I'm not one now.
Another thought occurred to her. Where would she sleep at all? If these crazy people were out there, she couldn't just sleep in some inn. Damnit, she was tired. Maybe Matthias would have an idea.
She walked in to the coffee shop, looking it over for damage. Other than the mess made by the chaos of retreating customers, everything looked unscathed, including the people. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look for Matthias, but he wasn't behind her.
Well, he said it was a bad idea, perhaps he's still back where we argued...
She turned and walked away, retracing her steps back to where she was, feeling wearier with each step.