It was really cold in the garage,
colder than it should have been. “Carmen? Carmen, why the hell is
it so damn cold out here?” Kenneth demanded. There was a small work
space that had been closed off from the rest of the garage.
When he walked into the room Carmen
sprayed him with something cold. Kenneth could not move his legs. His
hands and legs were covered in frost and would not move. “Carmen,
when I get outta this I'm gonna ...”
Carmen Swung a metal rod and shattered
his frozen hand. “Be dead,” she finished for him, smiling.
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