Pressed against the side of the RV, she felt her arm tear from her shoulder. She tried to scream, but it was more of a gargle. Considering what was left of her throat though, a gargle was quite impressive in itself. Tom’s face came in close to hers. She loved him. Even after he ripped her head off. There was still enough of Tom left to carry her head away from her body as the others moved in and tore it apart. Good ‘ole Tom.