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Her mouth was torn apart, the upper jaw stuck upwards and the lower jaw downwards, making it widen at an angle so obtuse that even mathematics would shy away from this one.

A few of her front teeth were knocked out, some of them were intact and others were bent at weird angles, making her seem like she was 90 instead of 45.

My gaze followed down to her neck, bent in a form of scoliosis along with her waist. Her arm was twisted around her neck and resting at her shoulder as if to bring herself some comfort. Her fingertips were black.

Legs crossed against each other unnaturally, as if they could not be separated without surgical intervention. Her noticeable brown-reddish hair were tainted with real red.

I stood there for a few minutes. I don’t think I understood what I had just seen. The man..

The man in the front seat didn’t have any such injuries. Why is she like this? Is she breathing? Is she alive? These thoughts did transiently e