Zod's armies had attacked without warning. Chloe with a bandage on her left side and a bloodied rip on her white dress crawled among the corpses, searching and turning over every male that looked like Davis from behind.
She heard Oliver call her and she froze. She heard Clark and she ducked. They would have seen her. Convinced her to go the hospital, but she couldn't, not when he was out there. Here.
She was thankful for the mound of sandbags and crawled behind them just when Clark had his back turned. His powers were gone, so she was safe from him ever turning around and finding her.
Chloe choked a little when she saw Davis clutching her red scarf in his right hand.
Chloe ripped her dress at the knees over something sharp while crawling towards him. One extra dose of pain didn't matter. His shirt was riddled with bullet holes, his blood bright red and somewhat warm.
She leant over him and heard slow breathing. There was still hope yet.