Loretta was feeling very satisfied with the results of her shot, though the sensation was quashed when she saw the other zombie woman sink her teeth into Emma's neck. "<span style="color: purple">Mother<i>fuck</i>!</span>" she crowed, and she aimed for the other zombie woman, planting two slugs in its chest as Emma tried to stab the thing.<br/><br/>When Emma made her comment, Loretta snapped at her, "<span style="color: purple">I guess you learned just now, didn't you!?</span>" Her voice was about as angry as she'd ever sounded, though it was more frantic than venomous.<br/><br/>She turned and fired off three more shots into the crowd of zombies that had slowly been advancing, killing two of them before she turned back to Emma. Her face had fallen far, suddenly looking quite sad and regretful. "<span style="color: purple">Emma... hate to break it to you, but you're infected. You got about a day at most before you're...</span>"<br/><br/>Loretta was at quite a loss, struggling to get out the words. She looked up at Emma again somberly. "<span style="color: purple">Before... you're one of <i>them</i>.</span>" Cocking her gun, Loretta offered with a sad tone, "<span style="color: purple">If you want, I'll end it for you before you become one of 'em.</span>" Making it clear that she did not want to do it but was willing if it came down to it, Loretta held her gun at her chest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>