The Next Victim

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BACK IN THE PRESENT 

(End of February)

Elyssa

I open the fridge. I look all over, but there's no milk.

"Dad, there's no milk!" I call.

"Really? You'll have to go and buy some." he comes into the kitchen. "Here's six Half-Machra. That should be enough." I take the money and grab my coat. I go to the door and open it. Immediately my remnant death-sense picks up something in the garden. It must be a rabbit. I go to the shop, get the milk. I'm stood at the till, waiting for my change, when it hits me. A dead rabbit wouldn't normally broadcast a strong signal like that. So what was it?

"Honey? Are you okay?" the cashier asks.

"Yes, I'm fine." I reply, in a kind of daze.

"Two Half-Machra change, honey."

"Keep it."

The lady looks confused, then shoves the money in a box for charity. Medologin's Children's Hospice, the box read. I turned out of the shop and head home.

When I reach my house I look into the garden.

There's a dead body.

Not just any body.

A human female.

I scream.

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