no fair

who: december
where: the morgue
when: late night

When she'd decided to go in to work, she hadn't expected for the universe to kick her in her metaphorical balls so hard. Had she been a habitual puppy kicker in a former life? Had she committed genocide at some point when she hadn't been looking? Karmically speaking, she didn't think this was warranted. No, this was the universe fucking with her. Because this just seemed unfair. Insult to injury, total screaming, buckets of awful unfair. She did not leave a horrible night out to come in to work and clean up Eric's mess again. That had to be wrong.

And yet it wasn't. Nope. The report she had was clear. The corpses she had to look over were clear. At least she was able to determine that they had all expired from the crash at one point or another, but that hardly mattered. What mattered to her was the part of the report that said it was a prison transport, and that Eric Martens was at large, now. Cuz he sure as hell wasn't in her morgue.

So. Not only did she have to pour over crushed up bodies, finding out whether they died on impact or bled out quickly or in a more drawn out fashion, she had to do it while knowing Eric was out there. Somewhere. Just...being Eric. And Eric was a killer. Someone who was capable of absolutely deplorable acts. Someone who'd more or less destroyed her world view. Possibly her in the process. She felt kinda destroyed. Or a lot destroyed. Work had been meant to calm her down a little. Make her life make sense again, but it didn't. Not with the reality of the situation weighing heavily on her shoulders.

Yeah, the universe had to be fucking with her. There was no other explanation for the immense amount of suck that had landed on her. She knew she was a bitch, but jesus. She officially hated her life.