It was a putrid, rotten, nauseating smell.

Edmund was frozen, brown sludge dripping down his face, his shirt, pooling at his feet. Maya leaned in the doorway with a nose mask, gloves, and an empty blender held like a murder weapon.

I burst out laughing. Couldn't help it.

"What the hell!" Edmund sputtered, trying to wipe his face but just making it worse.

"That's for being a lying piece of trash." Maya's voice was muffled behind her mask but clear enough. "Oh and I'm serious about the period ...