Guns and Hands Coming Home
Inside her house, Maria was about done emptying her bag of things she had shopped for. She was slightly disappointed at the fact that she didn't get a blender, but had gotten everything else. As she reached into the bag a chill was sent down her spine at the touch of leathery skin wrapped in wet paper. She plucked the severed arm out of the bag and placed it on the table.
"God.... why did I take this with me?" she growled to herself. Beside the arm was the odd looking gun she had gotten as a deal by the lady at the curiosity shop. It had a futuristic design and had a sleek feel too it. She would put in up on a shelf with her collection of odds and ends. The arm, on the other hand, has no place in her house at all. She wasn't sure what she'd do with it. The arm was obviously off of some dead... creature, if she left it out it would probably rot or something. The only place that would suit the arm was the freezer. At least there it would be out of sight from any guests. Maria sighed.
"Guess that's the only thing I can do.."
