Macy wanders around an empty parking lot, unstable on her feet. Traces of blood have splattered onto her heart-patterned hoodie, and soak both her hands as well as staining prominently around her mouth. Her knees are open and bleeding slowly, as if from falling against the rough ground, though she hardly seems to notice that. Her light pink face mask hangs loose from one ear, apparently having been torn half off in the heat of the moment. Her eyes are full of tears, and her slow, shaking footsteps leave behind bloody footprints.
















