Hello, readers! I know I promised you a sequel during the winter months but I couldn't wait that long, so now, I present you the sequel. I posted a snippet here so anyone that doesn't have me under their alerts can be reminded to check out the sequel: A Home for Ourselves
Also, I am also writing an original suspense/romance/horror story on the sister site (fictionpress) under the name: strawberry-cactus. I would love to hear what all of you think, as you are all very dear to me. Cheers!
Melissa crouched down and watched the white cotton sheet that the medical technician had haphazardly thrown over the remains; slowly ebb into red as the sheet absorbed the residual violence from the carpet. Though it was inappropriate of her to focus on the coppery red leach into the cotton fibres, it was apropos. Considering the white was once pure and unadulterated but now stained by the truth of the world, it was a fitting epitaph to the broken remains. She shook her head trying to dislodge the maudlin thoughts swirling and besmirching her brain.
She leaned in closer and lifted the corner of the dense sheet with her stained gloved hand, and gritted her teeth when the overpoweringly sickly sweet, coppery smell assaulted her senses, and forced herself to breathe in through her mouth. It didn't matter how many times she had seen the dead; seen the remnants of lives brutally taken away by the jarring violence of the world, she still was always slightly shocked by the amount of blood, the brutality and damn, the smells. Some days, if she were lucky, it didn't bother her as much but for some reason, today…it was all she could do not to claw her way out of the rising tide, scream and rage as she tore herself apart.
"Find anything, Jones?"