Chapter Six
Sylvie
Obudai Island, Hungary
If a body has been outside and
subjected to the elements, do not
collect it in plastic bin liners.
Corpses are not garbage!
Use a sheet from the deceased’s
house, and remember to bring
a bucket in case some parts
need to be scooped up.
~ The Bloodwalker’s Book
Sylvie tiptoed back up the stairs of the circus’s wardrobe trailer, the scissors tight in her grip, and peeked inside. No one was visible. Neither the scary Russian lady nor the huge man who’d saved Sylvie on her first visit. She hoped he’d found some ice. Head wounds bled faster than a spring flood, and his gash looked bad.
Well, not that bad when she compared it to other horrors that could befall a human body.
Once, to help earn money for his foundering farm, her neighbor Mr.
