The young woman had seen the snow as well, and the amount bothered her. It looked the same as what she had walked through the night before. Her exhausted brain tried to explain the phenomenon, while her anger seemed to come back full force from the night before. She scowled at the floor, inhaling deeply before sighing and walking out after the man had. His words made her smirk silently to herself. So he was just as selfish? Good, this would be fun.<br/><br/>Yeah, the snow was as deep as the night before. It still made no sense, but Lia didn't care at the moment. She picked up a ball of untouched snow and after making sure no dirt or anything was on it, licked at it, grateful for the water. She followed the man, flashlight in her pocket, pistol in her free hand. She ended up eating the entire ball of snow and felt a little better, her mouth wasn't as dry as before, and the cold seemed to calm her anger slightly.<br/><br/>She pulled out her cigarettes, placing her gun under her arm as she walked, lighting her cigarette and putting the pack back before grabbing her gun again and holding it to the side of her leg again, glancing around, keeping an eye on the man in front of her. She still wasn't sure if she could trust him.<br/><br/>Lia let her mind wander, still conscious of where she was walking, all the while letting her sick sadistic side slowly imagine punishment after punishment. She'd perform devil's torture on him. Slicing down his arms with a knife, making him bleed, stitch him roughly back up, making him bleed more. Cut down his neck, chest and stomach, stitch back up, cut along his manhood, his legs, stitching him up. She'd find his weak point, the point that would make him beg her for mercy. She'd cut across his face, down his back. Press a lighter or a lit match to the wounds, letting the fire burn him. Just the thought of his screams of agony made her shiver slightly and she inhaled slowly, forcing herself to calm down.<br/><br/>She happened to glance up at the sky and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. To herself, softly, she whispered, "Isn't it morning? The sky is too dark for morning..." She glanced around, unable to see any light that meant the sun would be rising soon. What the fuck was going on?