Another rotter ate shotgun and its cold brains showered over the rest. They abruptly changed course. Voorhees ran into the building and slammed the door, throwing every bolt and pushing a wall of furniture back into place. The girl hung on him like a corpse. He glanced over his shoulder at her just to be sure. Palmer's feet pounded the asphalt until she couldn't even feel them, just a vibration in her head, just the cold wind. She looked back and saw even the runners falling behind. She slowed her pace. "DON'T GIVE UP ON ME NOW, YOU ASSHOLES!!" Their stolen bodies writhed as they pushed onward, driven only by hunger, driven only to survive. They would never know why her death was so much more than that. In that moment, she found a God that she hadn't realized she'd lost. Then the ones up ahead grabbed her. One of them rolled back the cuff of its jacket and pointed a revolver into the horde. Addison's children.
