Liz stood in the middle of the woods, her arms folded across her chest as she examined all the bodies that were left there to rot. Although she hadn't physically ended them herself, she was the reason for their death. She had them holding on within an inch of their lives, and Rick had finished them off to keep Liz from triggering the gene.
Ever since Regina had arrived, and Liz found out exactly who she was. Something inside of Liz had snapped. She couldn't find it in herself to turn it off- but she did find one thing that helped ease the pain. That was to cause pain on people around her. She didn't even care who they were.
Liz continued to look down at the bodies, waiting for a bit of remorse to overpower her, yet she felt nothing...She shrugged it off. I guess this is the way it's gonna go....She thought silently. That's when she heard the sound of footsteps tapping against the fallen leaves. She clenched her teeth, noticing the familiar scent that followed.
"And what the hell do you want?"