Grantham Courtyard
It looked like it could appear as a town house from the front. In the back was a garden of two rows with big apple trees. Until the plant Wyleisha stayed at, it wasn't as spacious.
She went through the backyard, going under the apple trees. She heard rustling but didn't investigate. A thought came to her and told her to look at the house.
Just look at the house, stay by the tree. She forgot what Closwintha told her but she had to stay near the house.
It was a heavy plot and it was still dark but she wanted to stay outside. A big area like this had it's own mausoleum.
What was she supposed to do--the previous thought, what was it? Bodies, she needed blood--no, what was it? Her body moved with no idea of her own.
Wyleisha approached the high back porch and peered into the window. They all must have been sleep. She went to the door and touched the handle, she twisted it. Her body jerked when she pulled the handle. She moaned and she fought to keep her foot out the door.
S-Shut, Shut, SHUT, she had to shut the door. Even with having her hand still their, she kept saying she couldn't close it.
Stay conscious, she told herself. Who the fuck was that? Blood? She needed blood. It was out here, near the tree. Everything was black, but she smelled blood. She back away from the door and walked into the split garden patches.
This plantation had cotton and strawberries. She bent down to squeeze the cotton plant, she ripped it out the ground and sniffed it. On the cotton plant she saw a splash of gray.
Wyleisha ate the cotton. She growled and spit it out. She put her hand in her mouth. One of her teeth was missing, and she still had a tongue.
Then again her tongue was a little stiff.
She was dead?
"Heal…"
Why did the outside smell like blood. She looked around the strawberries. She stepped on a trowel and the trowel had a gray on it.
BLOOD! Her body was hurting. She moved into the patches of strawberries and her knees hit the dirt. It was so strong, she started moving the soil with her fingers. She crawled forward, the scent got stronger and there was… red, on a strawberry. "W-where…" She rubbed her whole face in the dirt and crawled to the scent. She moved the dirt with her hands and another hand passed her fingers. She grabbed it and lifted it but it wouldn't come out, this body still had some blood. "Death…" the body was cold but the blood was still good before it ran dry. She bit the hand, the body was dead but she got just a slight amount from it and her teeth tingled
Precious.
Percious.
Percious.
Who is Precious?
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They beat her half to death in that shack and let her ass rot. She uncovered the body, a dead maid with dark skin now blue in the lips. Her stomach had a hole in it and her legs cut off.
All she had to say was she couldn't find anything even though the mausoleum was across the yard in the back surrounded by high shrubs.
She couldn't see herself but she had a dark gray look about her. Her eyes was one tone away from salmon.