Congratulations on surviving the apocalypse. You get to read about the atrociousness of published fiction.
Anita and Wanda are in a maze of twisty corridors, all alike. Hamilton describes them running around with narry a clue until she remembers that whoops, Wanda is disabled! She throws in a cursory mention of Anita carrying Wanda in her arms, something I find a tad suspect.
- Does Anita really have the upper body strength to carry a full-grown woman bridal style for long periods of time?
- While running?
- I mean seriously, the woman is like a foot shorter than I am and about three stone lighter.
- I can just about carry a small child, but even they’re pretty hard going.
- You didn’t think this through Hamilton.
Out of nowhere, torturess Cicely turns up and shoots our intrepid duo. Anita drops Wanda and shoots Cicely dead.
Is that it? Jesus, that was quick. I thought she was important to the plot, consider how she was introduced and built up in the narrative. I guess she was just a random mook you blast with fire before you reach the real boss.
Anita thinks about how she has never been shot before. Not about those two murders she just did and how before this night she has never killed another human being and the moral and ethic implications of this. No, she just wants to frolic her way out of here.
Are we ever going to seriously discuss that Anita killed two people tonight? ….
Are we just going to talk about how Anita’s bullet wound is only a flesh wound?
[Cicely] lay there, blue eyes staring impossibly wide. There is never a look of horror on the face of the newly dead, more surprise than anything. As if death had caught them while they weren’t looking.
I’m more surprised that Cicely managed to hear them coming, considering that she’s deaf. Was deaf, even.
We rounded the corner and came face-to-face with Dominga’s monster.