“ what? “ jolene stood in the doorway, nearly all four feet, nine inches of her sprayed with blood, her knuckles busted and her hand coiled tightly around the handle of rick’s ax. rubbing a hand across her face, she smeared blood over her soft features, an image that didn’t look Q U I T E right. moving across the floor, she dropped the ax, peeling her bloodied shirt from her body, using it to clean the crimson from her face.
“ y’all’re awful quiet. is there somethin’ on my face? “
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