Somewhere, deep down, Melanie is astonished to find herself moving backward. It doesn't make sense. Sara pushing her had made sense, and she still feels that push, but Sara isn't even touching her anymore.

She doesn't know how to feel when Sara yells at her. No, not at her, for her. For her help in fighting the hunger. Melanie has held it back before, bought time, but she's never been able to wrestle control back when it's like this, in control and in a frenzy.

Then again, she isn't sure she's ever really tried.

There's still a force pushing her back, and Melanie tries to let it. Her legs are still scrabbling for purchase in the dirt, and her jaw is still snapping, but with a growl of effort, she manages to arch her head back and away.