The shock of what happened gradually wears off, but no one is in a hurry to fight now. Instead, the people from the barricade step back. They choose not to rush into another battle.
Ember, her body still half out of the vehicle, wasn't looking at any of the people around her. She was looking at the knife that had fallen. It was so close to Alex that it almost pierced him.
She looked at her hand holding the gun. Her hand shook slightly. She had killed someone. The realization made her body tremble. This was different than killing a mutated animal. She killed a flesh-and-blood person.
She felt the urge to vomit, but she stamped it down. Now wasn't the time to be scared.
She glanced at the people at the roadblock. If necessary, she would shoot again. It's said that the first time is always the hardest. With the world as it is now, she would have had to do it at some point. She just didn't expect it would be so soon.
