As her guide exchanged hushed words with the skinny kid stacking more cases in the back of a pickup, she examined the sign next to the door that was doubtlessly useful to someone at some time, but had been worn away in the ensuing years. She could make no guess to its original intent, but the letters that remained had been painted over in red “...w…….o….nd….er…..l...a……..nd.” She was still marveling at it when her guide gestured curtly and led her over the threshold. Alice wakes cuffed naked to the kitchen prep table as MadDog paints poetry across her skin in chocolate ink Script by u/miss_melinoe [here](https://pastebin.com/7B4NU98g)