“What the hell!?!? I thought you had to pee?” I struggle to keep my scream at barely louder than a muted whisper. Franticly flipping over the body reveals that yes, this lady is dead as hell, and the entire room is now a major crime scene. Blood’s splattered so thick, it drips from every wall and low ceiling. The wrinkled old lady appears to have been mauled by an entire pack of hungry wolves. Luckily, her face is one of the only things left unharmed. For what it’s worth, I don’t recognize her.

“How am I supposed to live like this, Hayden?” she cries without looking for any kind of comfort. It’s nothing more than the blunt words of a harsh new reality setting in. She’s realizing that...

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