The tunnel.

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.

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