Pain shot through her injured leg as she stood and a hiss escaped between gritted teeth. Ok XXX What a fight! Emmy let him recover. A soft cough behind me stirred me out of my reverie. Emmy put her fear out of her mind and focused on the task at hand. He ran straight onto it, his war cry instantly choking out as the spear punched through his chest. Then she helped arm the others. Grey intestines squirmed through the gash. “Kill me,” she repeated, looking insistently at him, then at herself. Her fate was inevitable; she would either bleed out and die in the next few hours, or she would die in the next few days of infection.
