It didn't take long for him to return.
He mentally cursed himself a thousand times for leaving them alone. But he was glad, despite the horrifying sight, that he'd showed Celeste where he stored the gun in case there was an emergency. Celeste never left Blanche unattended - nor had she during his explanation.
The three of them loaded the corpses onto the van and drove them to the medical research centre. They didn't even have to explain anything. No one there, or anywhere, was going to judge them. They enjoyed the same impunity as Leonard and, now, it had finally turned against him.
At the medical centre, they would be cremated. There were no cemeteries on Planet Eleven. There was nothing that could turn that place into a true society.
During this intense, though luckily fast process, Joseph reflected upon the latent dangers of the group of unstructured settlements this planet had not moved from being yet, and he felt chills all through him.
As soon as they got back to the house, they cleaned the remains of blood, picked Lorraine and Blanche, and left with the sensation that they were living someone else's life, which didn't belong to them, or that, at least, shouldn't have evolved that way.
Blanche was asleep and Lorraine held her tight. They all placed their hope in Playa. Nevertheless, they doubted any place at all could lift the slab that was crushing them.