"What's your name, lady?" Mason asked.
The woman sighed and lowered her weapon. Tiredly she answered, "Angela Walker."
"You fired your gun earlier?" Pierall questioned as he stepped outside to join the conversation.
Angela frowned. "No, I ran into a guy down the road. He was.. crazed. Fired his last shot at me."
"You killed him?" Brady assumed. Angela shuddered.
"No."
"He's still alive then? Followed you?"
"No."
Roger looked at her, wondering... "He turned?" Mason glanced at him in surprise, but Angela nodded.
"It was..." She coughed and fell to her knees. Peirall approached her but she raised a hand muttering, "I'm fine." She struggled to stand, but fainted. Mason took a step back, appalled. Roger and Peirall slowly moved towards her limp body.
"Is she infected?" One of Brady's men questioned warily.
Mason stayed back as the rest surrounded the woman. Her body twitched, surprising a few of them. The man Mason had stabbed whipped out his gun. She let out a groan, then under her breath muttered something. "ashes..." Brady gave Roger a puzzled looked, but they knelt close to listen: "ashes...we all... fall down..."
