When Evelyn Ford returned home, her mind was flooded with the scene from earlier. She knew the reason she had fled wasn't because she'd killed that man, or because she'd seen the others cannibalize the body. It was because her crossbow arrow was coated in a deadly poison. The people downstairs would be dead within three hours, their bodies rotting away completely.
Evelyn went into the bathroom and dry-heaved. She looked at her own hands, which were still relatively clean. For a moment, it was as if she could see them covered in blood.
"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK…"
A knock came from the door. Evelyn got up, rinsed her mouth, her expression already restored to its usual calm. She opened the door and saw Quincy standing there, holding the crossbow arrow.
"Thanks."
Evelyn took the crossbow arrow. The blood, flesh, and dirt had been cleaned off, but she could still faintly smell the scent of blood.
