When she was alive, her skin was so warm, so moist and it always had a honey-colored tan. It had only been an hour but her body had stiffened and her skin was pale white. At first glance, one could even imagine how cold her skin would feel.
Her eyes were wide open and her dull, lifeless amber irises laid motionless in her eye sockets.
Without the burning fuel of life, her limbs quickly grew stiff and her lips became purple-green. Her shoulder-length hair, which had grown out in the Garden of Eden, lay messily on the ground. Some of her hair covered half her face. There was a white bandage around her neck and she was wearing a black singlet, a pair of combat pants and slightly dirty boots.
