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Janet Webber.
At first, she just seemed little more than a middle-aged tomboy when I saw her shooting Necs from the window. But now, as I watch her hack off the limbs of the Cleaner with a meat cleaver, and pass them down to her rotten husband and two children, I now know different. I now know how twisted and deeply disturbed she is.
Was it the loss of her family that has sunk her to this level? Or has she always been so…lost?
Impossible to tell.
What I do know is that no matter what life throws at me, no matter how hard and unbearable it might be—I would never resort to cold-blooded murder!
Never!
“Can’t let them have the entire body,” Janet says, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Malcolm will hog all the meat. He’s always been like that. Can’t have my kids starving to death—not
