Rose just couldn't win. For a brief second while the feral collapsed on her she thought this was the end, but then her hand bumped her knife. She grabbed it, and as the feral went for her throat, she stabbed it in the skull. She sighed a breath of relief as she pushed it off her. She made it this time, but that was too close for her comfort. 

Rose felt around for her gun and backpack that had slipped off during the struggle. She was covered in blood from the feral and looked a mess. Her braid had been disheveled and had dirt and grass all in it. Her face looked like a child finger painted on it with feral blood, and her clothes were torn and dirty as hell. 

She stood up and called to the man that tried to save her, "May I come in, at least for the night please?" Her voice sounded weak from the event that just occurred.