Her and I decided to go back to the apartment one last time to look for Shelley. We knew at some point she would return there, she didn't have anywhere else to stay for too long. We drove over there in silence. Both of us going dizzy with the thoughts of the last year, the last few days...everything. A song came on the radio that we both knew well and loved, but neither had the energy to engage. I gripped the wheel while daydreaming ahead. She laid her head on the side window

Shelley was hiding out in a run down house in the inner city. A place she was used to going when life got out of control. Four of her cronies followed her, although she wanted to be alone. The rage that had taken over her was unbearable. She was laying on a wool blanket trying to recoup...thinking about life before any of this, before she showed up. Reflecting back to when she didn't have this need to kill.

After sticking the dude in the woods bones away, I heard the noise of my cave opening. What the fuck? Shit! Fuckkkk! I turned then to get a glance of who has discovered my place but the hatch was already shut. Who or whatever that was was in there now realizing someone was living down there, made a home underground in the damp, bug filled hole would surely send any human into a panic. But there were no screams. An unusual reaction but ok. Come on...come on out. Show yourself,