Wednesday morning came with the ringing of an alarm clock. Dana wondered where her gun was so she could shoot it. Dana's head was pounding, and the alarm clock was making it much worse. Dana couldn't find the alarm clock. In fact, she wasn't even in her own house. Where the hell was she?
A naked woman returned from the bathroom and turned the alarm clock off. It was on a dresser, underneath someone's bra. Dana was pretty sure it was hers. A man walked in a minute later. He was impressively built and Dana was pretty sure she had had sex with the two of them all night.
The man looked at Dana's long legs, and she saw him start to get aroused. "Would you mind…"
She didn't.
When the wife kissed her husband, Dana left him and turned to take care of her.
An hour later, Dana was at a Starbucks and walked out without her change. What the fuck was wrong with her? She had taken a week off and had gotten her brains fucked out each night. She vaguely remembered meeting the couple and then they went back to the apartment Dana woke up in and did roofies. Dana inwardly cursed herself. Since she had killed The Gourmet, and gotten away with it, she had a guilt that was eating her up, and the only thing that was filling it was sex. While she was having sex, she didn't think of the Gourmet, the knife in the back of his head, and the papers Dana had left behind that pointed to the Gourmet being knocked off by a street gang. The set up was to make the Gourmet look like a drug buyer who was in debt to the gang. Dana had discovered the Gourmet had drugged all of his victims before cutting them open…while they were still conscious.
"Stop it." She told herself, and started walking. The motherfucker was a mutant. Just like the one who killed Megan. She lied to herself repeatedly, cursed herself out frequently, made promises to turn herself in and once she actually put her gun up to her temple. That had ended with her breaking down in tears and then punching one of the walls in a rage until she broke through it and cut her hand up.
"This place is so fucking toxic." She lamented.
"Don't you know it." A woman answered going the other way. Dana kept walking and found herself near a basketball court. A bunch of men were playing, and there was a decent crowd watching. Dana walked over and sat with some of the people who were watching. Dana looked for one that she might go have sex with later. Goddammit. You are seriously fucked up. She told herself.
She went through a number of elaborate scenarios where she played hoops with them, dominated the basketball players and then picked one or two to go home with. She suddenly realized she was starving and went to get lunch instead.
She ended up getting some spicy fish tacos, and a soda, and inexplicably, this cheered her up.