The list of people who had been attacked was getting longer, casualties and injuries alike. Jo herself had been added to the list in recent hours, but she knew she should count herself lucky for coming away with nothing more than a few bruises and a broken arms.

She'd seen some of the bodies. Heard about the rest. She'd seen what happened to Charlie, heard about how Sam had been injured, how Martha's body had been broken open and her death made a mockery of.

She had seen a lot of things since she'd signed up for the hunter life, but somehow, this was so much worse. This wasn't a ghost or a demon or some trick of Wonderland's magic. Tom had told her exactly what it was, and not for the first time, she felt her stomach twist itself into knots at the very idea of how truly awful human beings could be.

She made her way to Sam's bed in the clinic after her arm was set, pinned against her chest in a sling and still so much better than what could have been. Rather than sit at the end of the bed itself, she turned a chair to face him with her good hand and took a seat, giving him a quick once-over and feeling her stomach lurch.

He was one of the strongest people she knew. This wasn't right.

"Hey," she said softly.