Illfatcd walked into the dark
Returning of the scene of the crime. Rachel had suddenly found herself back at American Rust. Her own grave site, and the place she had spent six months under the cold soil. Even in her icy corpse of a body, this place made a chill run up her spine. This was an experience that she thought was probably unique to her. standing over your own shallow grave. For anyone else it would remind them of their own mortality, but for her it reminded her of her own lack of mortality. She was a dead girl walking, and her whole body seemed to reel with revulsion at what she had become.
The spectre was transfixed. Her mind was oddly quiet, free from the interference of her master and so she could finally be herself for a moment. It was times like this that she realized that she wasn’t even sure how she was before she was this. It was almost like her former life was but a dream, and in death she was awake at last. Every bit of her old soul was blocked by something new, a single feeling that made up her entire being. Rage. The only thing left of Rachel Amber was the fury of a betrayed girl, and the hatred of an enslaved corpse. She was so angry that she had been made into little more than a knife in her killer’s hand, that she made an even more effective weapon. It was terrifying to her just how angry she was.
A noise in the dusk broke through the silent gloom. Rachel was so distracted that she almost didn’t hear her pull up in that beaten-up old truck of hers. Even in death, she knew that it could only be Chloe Price. After all, this was their place after all. Her first instinct was to move away. Run into the distance so that her best friend couldn’t see the monster that she had become. In a rare moment of empathy, she thought that letting Chloe see her like this was almost cruel. Let her remember her as she was back when she was bright and alive. With nowhere else to go, Rachel collapsed into the grave she had just been staring into. If the cold girl had a heartbeat, it would be pounding right now. Being back in this hole was worse than falling into the gates of hell for her. Hopefully the waning sunlight would be enough to hide her from Chloe, probably one of the only people who could help her.
