A cacophony loud enough to deafen and stun just moments ago fades, bouncing away on echoes until all that remains is the soft sounds of pain and dying. The dead are still and silent; silent as death, even the undead have no need to gasp for air from the exertion. No blood drips from their wounds.
Two of the CHiPs officers twitch and moan, lying in pools of their own blood and defeat.
Nearby, so too does Rina lie. Mutilated and missing flesh make her seem even more doll-like with her unblinking eyes, for what else besides a doll could survive such?
Let's get goin', y'all...