Judging by the jagged wooden shards and fresh blood on the ground, something had broken out of the house and taken its unfortunate meal elsewhere. All the better for her and the precious few rounds she had left for the sturdy handgun he "gifted" to her when he took her car and fled like the gutless worm that she'd always known he would be.
Part of her hoped the blood was his, the rest of her checked which direction the trail went so she could avoid it and listened for any sounds of life in the house. Faint somethings from somewhere further in... could be the dying breaths of whatever it didn't want to take with it or there could be another one inside.
After weighing the pros and cons and checking her surroundings she took a step forward. The wind changed direction and the smell of inhuman rot choked her for a moment before she controlled her instinct to retch and expel all her hard earned food onto the filthy tarmac below.
In the distance, a car horn sounded a very familiar pattern. One she had custom made for her pride and joy that bastard had stolen. She checked her rounds again, checked her surroundings again and set off towards the sound of squealing tyres and monstrous shrieking.
If there was any luck left in the world she might just get her ride back.
If there was any karma left in the world she'd be lifting his corpse from her seat.
It was enough to make a smile ghost across her face and for the first time in a long time - she was excited.
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