Karen's eyes were bloodshot. Her mind was in a horrible state torturing itself for her failure. She stood if front of a house. No armour, barely any clothes, almost insane with rage and grief. Her holsters were gone, Douglas's gun lay broken smashed in a fit of rage. She carried no guns, no grenades. Nothing. Before her stood six zombies. Each one of their faces twisting into a cruel mockery of Beat's face mocking her.
"SHUT UP" Her screams echoed down the street. The merciless taunting continued. She charged at them. The first one didn't even fight back after getting bi-sected by Karen's claw. The second faired no better, having her head ripped off and stomped on. The rest was just a tornado of blood and guts as Karen ripped each of them into pieces. "I'm sorry I loved you. I'm so sorry I loved you."