She couldn't hide her relief in the prospect of leaving this horrible place; she let out a deep breath. She didn't need to be dragged, and she hurried as much as he did to get out of the restaurant. It was more than a little of a relief to be outside again, even if she was exhausted, hungry, thirsty and scared. And she could still smell the sickening rotting scent of blood on her clothes, making her shiver just a tiny bit. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to put Nick in danger. 

They were outside now, and Mattie didn't know what to do. Keep looting whatever buildings they could find? Seek shelter? Try to find new clothes because she'd lost it? Now [i]that[/i] would be awkward. But, she thought, looking sideways at Nick, maybe it wouldn't be a [i]terrible[/i] way to spend her last moments. 

Wait. What? 

She cleared her throat, knelt down and wiped her bloody knife on the ground.