Snippet #2536185

When Veronica asked for the phone, Shelly knew the gig was up - if Veronica had believed it in the first place at all. She had left it on the line, in the hopes that the people on the other end would realize what was going on, or overhear something of use.

The motion of being pulled to her feet was making her nausea nigh unbearable. She put her hands on the trunk of the car to keep on her feet before fishing the phone out of her pocket and placing it on the hood.

She might as well have been blind by this point. Even the gas mask couldn't relieve the irritation of the chemicals that had already gotten into her eyes. She had to be led along by her arm as she struggled to see through the haze of blurred vision.