[ Some is better. The rest get to lie here and let the sun bleach their bones.
She feels the touch of something cold in the back of her mind, a creeping sense of intrusion threatening. Her hands clasp at her arms as she picks herself away from the corpses, teeth worrying between her teeth. ]
They'll take them if we leave them here. Shouldn't leave keys lying around.
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She feels the touch of something cold in the back of her mind, a creeping sense of intrusion threatening. Her hands clasp at her arms as she picks herself away from the corpses, teeth worrying between her teeth. ]
They'll take them if we leave them here. Shouldn't leave keys lying around.