Agent Smith concerned about Corpse Girl

She fell over on her side. I took her by the arm and half led, half dragged her toward the circle of heroes. She struggled for a minute and I clucked my tongue at her. “You don’t want to act that way, do you?”
She stopped fighting.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just relax?”
She rolled down onto the blanket. She ended up on her side, then tipped over onto her back. She stopped breathing again.
I whispered to her as she settled down. She struggled a bit, but the questions sank into her brain and the ideas took hold. She blinked a few times and then went limp. Her blank eyes stared up at the ceiling.
She was going to be the wild card in all this. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold her, and I wasn’t sure if holding her would have any effect. I don’t think she can starve to death. I was tempted to just stomp her head in, but if the bodies were found that would lead to questions.

Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 575-576
Peter Clines
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