Mabel had enough of her share of blows to the gut and bouts of alcohol poisoning to know better than to cover her mouth, lurching as she tries to keep her balance and puke at the same time. When the scream is finally over, she chokes down the impulse to retch some more and wipes unceremoniously at her mouth, pulling herself upright with a mixture of willpower and adrenaline.

One of the crows, deciding to be a smartass, swoops in just close enough to shriek at her. "Return, little dead girl! Return to your purpose!"

She swipes at it with the bat as it flies off, switching her focus to turning the crawlers into goo. Her head was starting to swim and her stomach was still rolling. "We gotta move, big guy!"