Rest for the Wicked

Will felt wrong about taking the woman's things, but knew it was best to use what they could.
"I'll help you move her, though I don't think I was ever one for prayers."
An odd thought he guessed, but finding the bottle had given him some assumptions to his life.
"I didn't hear a name, only her falling. Sorry."
Looking around through the curtain of rain, he tried to find a good spot for the body.
"We have to move her away from us. I don't want to know what cleans up bodies here."

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