15 Chapter 15

Dara held my hand while her free hand pointed again to the left side of the mural. “There you are, Creature, also at the beginning.”

I’d failed to notice it. After all, my friends were painted much larger. Me, I was already a zombie by then, left in Utah, a relic, barely worth a mention in their herstory.

“Saint Creature,” commented Topaz.

I chuckled. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Not without tips,” replied the priestess. It seemed to be the standard reply around these parts.