[It's done. Ecks scrambles away from under him, eyes never leaving him. She shudders violently, fearful that he will somehow continue even as she watches the life ebb from him and panicked at the thought that she has just murdered her friend. She doesn't make a sound, either, for a long time, but sits trembling with the knife clutched in her hand until long after she is the only living person in the room. Only when the blood on her skin is growing cool and sticky will she get up and move, though her wits are scattered and she does not think to bind her new wound before a new wave of terror crashes through her and sends her running back to the bedroom for her tablet to warn the others.]
cw: blood, traumatic wounds, partial dismemberment, throat trauma, death