The waves are inky black and the moon is full overhead. The screams have ceased, at least for right now. Korona can't see the desolation, but she knows that it's there. After all, she caused it.
She didn't know which was worse--the screams or the silence.
Howls on the horizon echoed to her ears now, and she couldn't tell if they were human or animal. Perhaps a mixture of both.
There is the soft whir of wings over head, and she knows the Scavs are out and hunting.
She jumps into the waves, over her head, and discovers it's blood.