So much for a positive attitude.
Lexi did not know what to do with a dead body. She did not think people really died in the Nexus. The man in question was dressed in the uniform of a Soviet soldier. The once pristine outfit was torn and dirtied and the man himself did not look much better. Where he had fallen dead, Lexi did her best to position him so he was laying on his back, arms folded across his chest. He looked... comfortable. Lexi was wiping a few tears from her eyes, the bout of crying that had occurred about ten minutes earlier finally fading off.
A piece of paper could be seen clutched in her hand and something else held in the other.
She kicked at the ground a few times, a string of curses escaping her before she took a deep breath, calming down. She looked back at the body and cringed, before retreating inside. She didn't have a shovel, she was sure of it. However, as she searched, she was able to find one in the cellar, propped nicely against the wall as if someone decided to leave it there for her. She wrapped up the tiny object with the paper and placed it in the bag of MOGWIPS and picked up the shovel. She glanced around, "...Thanks."
...Lexi headed back outside and she began to dig. It would take the better part of the day but she did not care. What this man had been through, if the letter was true, he deserved every second spent. If she was a little late to the gathering it would not matter, not in the long run at least. As she worked a song came to mind. Not the words but a melody that wanted to be known to her now. She began to hum softly as she dug up the surprisingly soft earth, following the rhythm of the song.
