Warming, this chapter contains some violence and gore. Read at your own risk.
Karen was used to dealing with psychos. She worked with a rather famous one. She was best friends with a few. She knew what crazy looked like.
Hell, it wasn't like her blood was safe from it. Her parents were damn monsters in the grand scheme of things. She grew up in the laps of people who hated each other and went to great lengths to hurt each other as much as she could, and as publicly as they could.
But this? This was a new level of crazy.
She'd never seen psychos like these before. Maybe when you didn't get love and affection as a kid, it fucked you up?
Well, she knew that too. Captain Thatcher and Gunther certainly weren't normal, but they weren't like this. This was a kind of crazy that made your skin crawl just being near them. All the hair on your arms and legs stood on end, as if a deep, deep part of yourself knew that if you slipped up, even for a second, they would lunge.
