“No red carpet for this gal,” Clara said. “To be fair, that never stopped me from crashing a party.”
The overpowering scent of decay overwhelmed her senses. Clara took a few steps back until she regained control. Her training regime had been on the back burner ever since going into hiding, and these lapses in decorum were concerning. I’m going to need to address those soon.
Physical reactions to stimuli were very much like pain, the mind could be trained to block them out entirely. However, this gave her an idea on what to expect when she ventured inside. Here I thought the chemical toilet on the bus was bad…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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