Rosalind watched in horror as what she had thought was her brother launch himself at the stranger, teeth sinking into his flesh. It was horrifying - almost moreso than if it were firsthand - watching the image of her dear Robert turn into this savage thing. Her heart was tying knots in her throat as she stood up on the bed, hands shaking as she hoisted her nail bat.
Not Robert. And even if it were, he wouldn't want to live like this, right? Out of the two of them, Robert had always been the more kindhearted.
He wouldn't abide by this.
He wouldn't.
Biting down on her lip, she sprang from the mattress, striking the monster with the nail bat against the side of the head. He resisted, grabbed at her - but she kept hitting, driving him away from the other man, striking over and over and over again until his blood was splattered all over her front.
Numb, she turned towards Edward, regarding him with a hollow expression that reflected the zombie's.
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Not Robert. And even if it were, he wouldn't want to live like this, right? Out of the two of them, Robert had always been the more kindhearted.
He wouldn't abide by this.
He wouldn't.
Biting down on her lip, she sprang from the mattress, striking the monster with the nail bat against the side of the head. He resisted, grabbed at her - but she kept hitting, driving him away from the other man, striking over and over and over again until his blood was splattered all over her front.
Numb, she turned towards Edward, regarding him with a hollow expression that reflected the zombie's.