Harmony pushed herself back to her feet as Jessie trotted up, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Her eyes were bright, glittering in the shadows, her face was a ghoulish mask of blood spatter, and she grinned like a jackal. “What?” Jessie said, catching the look on Harmony’s face. “Are you…you?” “I’m always me,” she said, showing her wet, scarlet teeth. “Never felt better. C’mon, they gave us a ride, let’s take it. I’ll drive, you’ve got shotgun. Well…pistol. Whatever.”
