When the call hung up, Helen sighed before throwing the phone in the backseat of the lopsided car. She zipped up the floral, mid-thigh length dress she took from the woman's corpse before tugging the man's corpse into the car as well.
With her mind occupied with her conversation with Zelda, Helen moved about absentmindedly as she traveled the side of the road looking for a big enough rock.
Her pale skin still had red blotches that were slowly healing, but at least her orange hair had already grown back to its full length. It was the first time in her life she had ever felt the retribution of the sun and in all her years, she's never known such unimaginable pain.
