Charlie stood. Her body was still numb from killing another person, and she walked in a bit of a daze, unsure of what the future would hold if she ever made it out alive.
They found the safe space a little while later. It was covered with trees and had a small crystal-clear body of water in the center. It even had a small rock formation that formed a cave they could hide in. As long as they kept their stuff with them, they might be able to make it out of this spot alive.
Charlie collapsed onto the sandy area. She looked down at her clothes and saw the blood spattered across them. “This looks like a Jackson Pollock painting.”
“You can clean off in the pool,” Hammer said, pointing. “You brought the bag. You have other clothes. You should take them off to help break yourself from being she
