"N-no." The woman licked her cracked lips and clumsily pulled her clothes together. Seeing a whip mark on the back of her chapped, rough hand, Evelyn Ford's brow twitched, but she didn't say anything more.
"Please, help us," the other woman begged, kneeling before Evelyn Ford.
"How?"
Tears welled in the woman's eyes. "I know you're all capable people. Just give us a place to stay. We'll do anything you ask."
"Do you know why so many people died last night?"
The woman stared at Evelyn Ford in terror. "You…"
Evelyn Ford nodded. "I killed them." Then, she made a throat-slitting gesture.
The woman was so frightened she collapsed to the ground. Then she grabbed the other woman's hand, and they scrambled away. Evelyn Ford slammed the security door shut with a CLANG and watched their retreating figures with a cold smile.
'Could anyone who's survived this long be weak?'
Officer Graham and the others returned one by one, and Evelyn Ford told them what had just happened.
