Thrown Into the Deep End

The young doctor had come back to her private dorm room in a daze. Covered in gore, some bits of a human face, or so the young woman thought, and still in a fog with the confusion and chaos of the night. Kendra moved straight to her shower, stripping of the bloody rags that her slacks and top had become, she stood under water hotter than what should be healthy, welcoming the stinging burn of the scalding spray. For nearly an hour, she remained, her movements frantic at first to remove the fluids and solids from her hair, then when that was gone, and she felt cleaner, at least, she let the stream fall on her head. In the privacy of her dorm, behind the curtain of her shower, she cried silently. This had beaten out anything she'd seen in the ER.

"What the fuck am I involved in?" She whispered sotto voce to no one. Perhaps the walls listened, but they certainly didn't talk back. The day they did, she'd personally check herself in. The cat, Dionysus, sat in the doorway to the shower. And the cat, like any proud and noble feline, remained silent. Never would such a creature answer such a pathetic question. Or so his manner would betray.

Terrible flashes of what had occurred in Professor Longfellow's basement played through her mind as she'd involuntarily close her eyes. As Kendra stared down at her naked legs, she'd watch Aaron Tyler's blood drip from her frame and encircle the drain before disappearing into the depths.. Hot wet tears would begin to seep from her eyes involuntarily from the shock of it all. Her mind felt as if it were about to break from the horror that she had witnessed.

The wind outside continued to keen a long a mournful howl, the dormitory lights flickered from time to time as the Super Cell continued to move north. The Hurricane was far from here still and moving at a nearly impossible crawl. Truly this storm would be one for the ages.

The cat sat silently and watched it all transpire, its vigil only interrupted to lick a bit at one of Kendra's bloody footprints..