Rowena had been running for about ten to fifteen minutes now but she knew she wasn't going to last. The surge of adrenaline was drying up and her entire body was starting to ache. She tried desperately to think of Themistocles, her boy, her happiness. She needed to get back to him and make sure he was okay. But her body wasn't listening, it just wouldn't cooperate, her legs slipping and sliding out from under her as she fell once, twice. The walkers were gaining and she swallowed, twisting the baseball cap backward out of her view. Good lord, she was a goner. Something in her head just told her that this was it. Hopefully the people in the group she'd met would take good care of her boy. Rowena licked her lips and gave it a final try, gave her body a final push though she swore she tasted blood on her tongue. Maybe she'd bitten her cheek or tongue when she felt. She kept running through it though, for as long as she could before her lungs screamed for her to stop. The walkers were painfully close behind her and she wasn't close enough to the sewers yet. Rowena cracked a bitter smile. Somehow this sense of emotional fatigue and physical fatigue was just too much, her body giving up from over a day of no water and a slim amount of food. Blackness clouded her vision and she felt the back of her skull crack against the asphalt. She gasped when a few moment later she felt something bite into her jugular. The woman wasn't upset with dying, but rather just leaving her dog in the hands of people she barely knew. Hopefully they'd take good care of him, was the last thing she thought before everything faded away.