The Unraveling - It Spreads

The terrible beast, with its rising body count, doesn't seem to relent. Blood and shimmering ooze coating the snow, and Hazel is... ragged. Raw. Raw rage, mixing with fear. Hell, every part of her is do it scared, and this? Well, this is a good lesson in that. Perhaps the most afraid she's ever been, and that includes the last time her life was threatened.

Lashing out at the beast once more-- relentless. A dog with a bone, she's not letting up. The beast has felled more than its fair share. Far more. Hazel won't let it get away with this. She can't. As the worm's rage grows, hers does too. Crystalline fangs digging into the beast, reaching for one of the already open wounds. Their anatomy is bizarre, so it's all Hazel can do to rip and keep ripping.

"Speech"