Felicity pressed her face harder into Voss's fur and breathed. Her hands were shaking. She could feel the magic building under her skin, the instinct to buff, to stun, and to protect, but Voss's voice rumbled through his chest and into her bones.
"Don't," he said quietly. "Save it, we've got this, there's only 6 of them."
She saved it, the rest of the snow team eager for a fight descended upon the 6 zombies and wiped them out in under 1 minute, happy to show off in any way to the rest of the men or to themselves, or to Felicity, who really wasn't watching.
They reached the settlement by the third hour, an hour quicker than expected.
The doctor was waiting for them in a converted examination room on the second floor, her equipment rudimentary but functional: a stethoscope, a blood pressure cuff, a portable ultrasound machine that looked like it had been
