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Message: <blockquote data-quote="izillama" data-source="post: 4559178" data-attributes="member: 79171">In her own little body bin, Clover's eyes stared wide as saucers at the body she now shared with. Her face was pressed almost cheek to cheek with hers, and she couldn't help but smell the embalming chemicals rising subtly from the skin, reminding her that this woman once walked, and was now nothing more than a bundle of bones and preserved tissue for biology students to poke around in. It freaked her out.So much in so, that she began to shake violently in fear. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to pull away. But the compartment was too small. She felt the space press in on her. She was terrified! She wanted to get out! 'Let me out! Let me out! Please!' She felt tears begin to slide down her cheeks and she began to sob in fear.She hated death! Hated it!"Okay guys, clear!"She heard Koln's voice and suddenly the door to the compartment was clicked open by the priest and she heard him walk over to help Ruby, too. Clover shot forward and began to crawling away from the body towards the cold, sterile light of the room. 'Let me out!'She felt like she was escaping from a tomb!On the other side of the room, she could already see that Ruby had gracefully dislodged from the compartment and Koln was apologizing for the lighter thing and saying how he wasn't going to persecute her, even though she was Amish.Less graceful and full of fear, Clover found herself falling head-first out of the compartment and landing in an awkward position.Normally so composed, she found herself shaking fearfully and crying feebly at the few moments with the corpse, who had forced her to face her own mortality... or lack thereof.</blockquote>

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