Strewn about, were the bodies that began to rot. The scent of blood in sunlight—an iron-like scent she had come to recognize. Through strands of blonde, she stared at what damage she had dealt…
A few marks on her adventuring gear, gunshots beneath the layers that bruised her skin underneath. Hey, this was what it was made for; some scuff marks were not the greatest issue…
She circled the carriage, looking onwards to the grass that had so oddly grown… What would happen if she stepped out? What would happen if she dragged the bodies out…?
No vehicles had come in or out they said… She pondered why, as she pondered another thought. If she steps out, then she may not be able to step back in… Perhaps just a paranoid assumption, but did she really want to test that theory?
Besides… this had to be reset…. Amongst the corpses were the three of them… that she cared for so dearly- She shut her eyes, to stop herself from brooding any longer.
