"W... what in the world just happened out there?"
As soon as we returned home, it didn't take long for Rachel to understand that something significant had indeed occurred during our supposedly routine supply run. The evidence was written across our bodies and clothes. I mean, we were all coated in blood from killing infected—except for Liu Mei, who hadn't engaged in direct combat. But even she bore the marks of our ordeal. Her dress was torn in several places, probably from glass fragments when she'd jumped through that warehouse window, and her usually immaculate appearance was disheveled in a way I'd never seen before.
