Shit, this is going to be a bigger pain than she thought. Any chance for subtlety went out the window the second she made that very not-subtle-at-all rescue attempt of an animal -- which likely doesn't even understand the gravity of her actions. (Which comes to show just how much Rey truly knows about animals.)

Either way, she'd miscalculated how many were crawling and skulking about, and now she was running right into a large crowd of walking corpses clawing at the truck out front.

Their attention is quickly drawn when Rey sends herself hurling out the main windows, arms tucked in and shoulder first. She canonballs forward, stomping the ground a few paces before finding her equilibrium. Glass shatters all around, leaving an exit large enough for the animal to at least make it. Who knows how the hell that thing managed to get inside through the doors without breaking any windows before, but hell if she's going to sit and think about that as rotted hands grasp for her arms. Flesh melts from the sheer heat radiating from her, yet they don't react. As if they're resistant to pain.

Double shit.