When Kayla finally got up, she remained rooted to the spot, arms and legs shaky as she couldn't help but see the carnage around her.

She took a shallow breath that did nothing to relieve the tension, the horror of what she'd done. Kayla's skin was completely pale, it would have been clammy to the touch.

She started to walk, shakily, like a traumatized veteran, eyes fixing into a thousand yard stare as she half-walked, half-stumbled towards the Mansion.