The Unraveling - It Spreads

Bodies piling up around her. Hazel watches as the girl she'd tried to body block for goes down-- a child. Fuck. Fuck. Hanako too, goes down. Her stomach churns, the beast forcing her to come alive in ways that she'd tried so hard to silence. Every part of the girl is trembling with the effort, but she doesn't fucking care anymore. There are few parts of Hazel left.

Let it be mad. Let the rage flow through it. Relentless in nature, Hazel doesn't let up. She can't let up, not now. Not anymore. Teeth sinking into the beast, ripping and scraping and doing everything she can. For as much damage as she can deal, she stays close. There's no use in harrying, all of her prior training thrown summarily out the window. She doesn't need it anymore. All Hazel needs to do is kill the fucker. Slipping on the bloody, sticky ground, and allowing herself to come unglued yet again.

Hazel, The General