It was already a long day, much more physical than she had originally thought. At first, she was jealous, mental illness blocking her sense from seeing what was right in front of her, then became frozen with fear once she realized someone eating a women’s stomach. Her weak mind translated into her short lasting endurance in keeping up with Finn and his ability in killing walker after walker. By the time the last board was up and the outside world sealed off, Cleo could feel the ache down to her bones. The sun crept to the horizon when she found Finn, practically dragging him to follow along, and headed towards their apartment. She was so ready to sleep in her bed, for her head to hit the pillow and let her body rest from the constant stress. Each crippling step closer meant she could see her cat mighty, though he was always doing his own thing when she wasn’t around. So, when she swung the front door, Mighty came running out as she stepped to the side to observe his behavior, a bizarre reaction eliciting bad premonition. A blur streak flung past her and growled gravely.