Kate sways, legs buckling beneath her as she sinks to the floor. Trembling, she draws her arms around her knees. There'd be no more family dinners. No more family movie nights. No more family vacations. No more dad and Scott. It was like mom dying all over again except this time there was no one left to help pick up the broken pieces of her life. Her chest aches as if someone drove a red hot poker through her heart.
What was she going to do? What would she say to people? The truth was entirely out of the question. To tell the cops her whole family was murdered by fucking Mexican vampires would land her in the insane asylum. A half-truth, though…
The water is cold now, only coming out of the shower-head in a light drizzle. The last Fuller raises her head and steels herself. Mourning would have to be put aside until this gets sorted out.
Stepping out of the shower Kate grabs a towel to wrap around herself. She walks back into the bedroom area of the RV. Her suitcase lays on its side where Richie had thrown it down back in the motel parking lot. Digging through it she finds some clean, comfortable clothes to put on.
Kate makes her way back to the front of the RV, picking up dirty clothes as she goes. Once there she turns the wad of clothes over in her hands. They're filthy, covered in blood and dust.
She pops open the RV door, glancing out cautiously. Across the straight horizon the highway is empty for miles. This place looks like a barren wasteland. Kate steps back out into the light with a small plastic beach shovel in one hand and the wad of clothes in the other. Trudging a decent distance away from the road she drops to her knees, slamming the little shovel into the sandy earth. She digs quietly, trying not to think about her situation. Trying not to think at all.
About a foot down into the ground she stops. Kate pulls out a pair of her fathers glasses and Scott's gameboy. Without a word she drops them into the earth along with her clothes.
Fiddling with the hem of her shirt she stares into the hole. "I..." she starts shakily, placing a hand to her head. Her other hand clenches in the dirt, grabbing a fistful of earth. "God dammit!" Kate flings the dirt into the hole. Body quaking in a flurry of anger she pummels the sand, blindly throwing it towards the unmarked grave. Red dust floats around her and she's screaming herself raw like a wounded animal.
The dust settles. The hole is mostly covered now. Her contorted face falls and a sob racks her body. She chokes it down, swiping at the tears bitterly. Through bleary eyes Kate looks past the RV down the road. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out...
Standing up Kate brushes herself off. She forms a plan in her head on the way back to the RV.