They're lucky, so it happens when they're alone. In the middle of a shittier summer than they've seen in ages, sun beating down on them, Rani gets surprised by a walker in a closet. It's a teenager, probably told to hide by her mom, but it's enough. If she were regular people, she'd be dead.

Rani is deadset on never letting anyone forget she ain't regular. The walker takes a chunk right out of her throat, blood everywhere, before reaching over for the walker and twisting its head off like it's the top of a soda bottle. The head falls to her feet, jaws still clicking. Shredded piece of her throat are caught in its teeth.

Daryl kicks the head right out an open window. "Serves you fucking right!"

It's loud, though, and that's what has Sasha running down the stairs, gun at the ready. She has the muzzle trained on the walker's body, before she realizes what happened. How the hole in Rani's throat is a bitemark. There are no more tears left in Sasha. She just drops her weapon and sighs. "I'm sorry."

Daryl doesn't know who she's saying it to. Maybe herself.

And then Sahsa gets out her knife.