[T: 1 Day 23 Hours]

The head of the monster is completely severed from its body, abandoned unceremoniously next to the headless corpse. Lucas has already given back the handsaw to the plumber who cleans the blood off with a rag, the rag which he then dips into the stream to clean as well.

The corpse can be seen with several stab wounds into its body, as members of the group who previously had not fought against a monster a single time had approached the corpse and each had stabbed with a knife they passed around between themselves. Frank watched a few yards away as people, now inspired at what had just transpired or simply to pay their respects, approached and would stab the monster corpse after collecting their thoughts. Others, realizing that they couldn’t live like this any more, nor would they continue to be able to even be alive in the future if they lived like this, made the resolve to fight to survive. It was almost like a ritualistic rite of passage.

The mother of Child in a Dress, commented, “Tsk, this is why the world is constantly at war.” She walks off further down the stream to be alone, leaving her child behind.

Jose had come back at this time and the resting seemed adequate enough to start moving on. Most of the group had moved past the monster corpse at this time and were getting ready to set off, Frank and the others listening to whatever Jose had to say.

Timotheus, Angela and the Child in a Dress were the only ones standing before the corpse. Timotheus approached the corpse, paused for a second before stabbing it with a thin kitchen knife. He watched the knife stuck within the body for a moment before pulling it out. He then walked towards the group.

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Angela saw the image of her brother Timotheus and clearly saw some kind of emotion there. She looked like she wanted to do something as well, but she lacked a weapon. She picked up a rock.

The Child in a Dress, took the rock away from Angela and tossed it away.

The Child in a Dress holding a screwdriver went to the corpse.

And tried stabbing it.

It didn’t really work.

The Child in a Dress then inserted the screwdriver into one of the many wounds the corpse had. The Child in a Dress didn’t seem that much satisfied and looked at Angela once.

She was just watching.

The Child in a Dress looked back and saw the decapitated head of the monster.

They rolled it over so that the front of the face stared back at them.

Timotheus looked back and saw the Child in a Dress and Angela looking at the head of the monster and he walked back to ferry them back to the group. And as they walked away from the corpse the head can be seen on its side, where both of its eyes should be, was a bloody mess. A nearby mouse scurried along to the head, sniffing the head. It circled the head once and sniffed it once more, then scurried away.

It appears that the steep hill they had rested in front of got even steeper, eventually just turning into a sort of cliff wall that seemed to be around twenty feet high. The group walked between the cliffs and the stream, the area in between large and wide, covered in white pebbly rocks.