Redhawk Caldera a fatal failure

She felt weak. Really weak. Her legs felt like jello. She looked upon the dead form of Jaws, at a total loss. She had really liked him, even despite how little a time she'd known him. He was candid, honest, and they hit it off in the best of ways, a reciprocal flirtation there that she would really fucking miss. Granted it was twice, but, it could've been more! He had so much more time left to live...

Her hind legs gave, and she fell onto her rump as she looked at the dead body, glass-eyed. Her breathing was short and she did not think of calming herself down. It was so horrible to look at. She didn't want to see it anymore. But she couldn't look away.