Frustration wasn't new to Danica, especially not on the island. But since New Year's Eve and Delirium's little stunt on the stairs, she had been feeling particularly murderous. Her resolution - to let noone stand in her fucking way from now on - had come true a tad too literally. Not that she was complaining. A rainbow whore in pain was always a delicious sight to behold; she was just annoyed that she never got to do the shoving herself. So near, yet so far.

Which meant that her itch was most definitely not scratched. That might go some way to explaining why she was out in the woods, gun in hand, stomping through the undergrowth despite her heels. She could walk through anything as long as she had Manolo Blahnik by her proverbial side. A bear, a dinosaur, dog, cat, fucking bunny rabbit, it didn't matter. She'd shoot the first thing moving that caught her eye and pissed her off because she was in that kind of fucking mood. It didn't take much to get on the wrong side of Danica Talos and once you were there, it was nigh impossible to escape.