The blade makes contact with Claire, who screams as she falls to the ground. Screams so loud she's aware of her own ears ringing. Every brush with death has been different, be it by the sea or sickness or something else. This feels like something on another level. It's not just a brush with death. It's a collision.

She screams for help as she tries to crawl with the arm not pinned under her body, but the blade means she's not going anywhere. Her nerves won't cooperate. Probably cut or she's already in shock. It's over, she knows it, but maybe she can at least draw someone's attention. Make Travis run or at least fucking feel like he should.

She knew this would happen.