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They had a lot of scars, and she had a tattoo on her inner forearm that was a serpent or dragon with lines through it. But after what Charity had been through last year, of course she was quiet and strange. The kindest thing Jessica had ever done was tell her the whole truth that night she found Erica bloodied and frenzied, clutching a butcher knife, the monster nearly dead on the kitchen floor. She swung her machete toward the nearest leg— Just as the monster finally broke through.