She lay broken, at the end of the tunnel. The blood splatter was amplified under the flashing lights.
She wonders how long there were traces of herself there. There is a feeling of disgust, but for all the wrong reasons. The anger is for the failed attempt; it rallied in her veins. People let you down, even when they’re committing a crime against you.
Finish the job, she thought, with a surge of dissatisfied rage.