Bitter sun leaks through the dirty stained windows, grazing gritty floor. Illuminating the room, vanquishing any darkness. Somewhere beyond the rickety cabin cries a woman in the distance. Sobs of anguish and fear melts in the air and finds it's way into the room where Helen lays. She feels the womans vile, it attacks her skin in sharp pricks. Smoldering heat mixes with the scent of blood from their last victims and coats her in thick preparation of sweat. She inhales, exhales, and opens her eyes to the bitter gray day.