Kiah's body throbbed with pain. Every muscle ached, and her limbs felt heavy and sore.
Beside her, the degenerate twitched, already attempting to stand up.
So she didn't have the luxury of lying still, despite her immense fatigue.
Groaning, she forced herself to her feet. Her joints protested with every movement, and the deep claw marks on her side bled sluggishly. She tried not to think about them. She couldn't afford to. If she gave in to the pain, an entire neighborhood could pay the price.
Gripping her labrys tighter, she steadied herself. In the distance, she sensed the second thrasher limping toward them. Its pace was slow, but the fact that it was still moving at all was unsettling.
Behind her, the house was heavily damaged. The family would need to relocate soon. If they stayed, they would remain a target.
She had to end this. It was either she led the thrashers away or killed them outright. Now that they were separated, this was her chance of doing so.
