Tears began to trickle down his cheeks and Charlie looked into Doc’s eyes looking for a reprieve or a way out. This time his old friend had no such trick up his sleeves. “Would you put Bess in a place like that, Doc?” Charlie asked.

Doc looked down to the ground, “I had to shoot Bess, Charlie. She was one of the first that turned that way. She tore the neck out of a National Guard who was helping in the gym.”

Z Chronicles: Surge of the Dead

A.L. White