Sunny with a chance of homicide?

Stella's Pov

I'm investigating the sludge of death that had once been a body, judging by the bone structure a man of about 60 and what was once a roughly 20 year old girl.
One of them didn't belong here. Somewhere behind me "Queenie" was throwing up and mumbling "why me?" and "what the H-E-double hockey sticks". 
Who even talks like that? I block her out and try focusing on the deceased. They seem to have been here for quite some time but the tomb had been recently opened. Why?
I look over and see the light reflecting off Queenie's metallic blue highlights and beautiful raven hair right before she swayed and started falling.
I rush over and catch her head before it hits the ground; the last thing I need is her getting a concussion. "Fuuuuck!" I breathe setting her head in my lap and sigh. This is going to be a long day.

It's been a fucking hour and this chick is still unconscious! At this rate we'll never get out of here.
I start shaking Queenie in an attempt to wake her but she stays unconscious. Stubborn bitch. I'd already searched both of us to see who if we had anything useful still on us but who ever brought us here had left us with nothing but a flyer from a few years ago.
        
     Come see Queenie Eclipse

In the all new award
winning  show
Sunny with a chance of  Homicide!

With a picture of that girl-Queenie or whatever her name is in a police uniform.

This is so fucking weird. Oh well. I shrug slipping the flyer in my pocket and picking her up. I have smelling salts in my first aid kit at my  house and hopefully my phone if nothing else I have my house phone. Maybe I can get some help.

I carry the surprisingly petite girl on my back as she still refused to wake up. Lazy bitch.... It wasn't hard to carry her the few miles to my small apartment but unlocking the door was a challenge but I made it work. I put her on the couch and went to my bathroom to get my first aid kit.
I wave my smelly salts under her nose for a few seconds before standing up and retrieving my pistol from the bedroom.
I stop as I pass the photo of when me and my bestie joined the navy and memories come rushing back, the moment he betrayed us, when he sunk our vessel, when he shot me.
I shake my head hard as phantom pain spreads through my shoulder and hip as I work through breathing exercises to calm my panic. I walk out quickly stuffing my gun into the hem of my pants as I go. I call the police in hopes they can do a better job investigating but of course they think it's a prank. I'm trained for emergency situations people!
It's why I don't freak out when I find a body! Or two! I hear a groan and grab a water bottle before approaching the groggy girl on my couch. "Morning sunshine. "