| We couldn't feel the faint web of shade; maybe it no longer touched us
How long?I asked her
I don't know, I've never died before
An hour? More?
Your guess is as good as mine
Where's a coyote when you really need one?
Maybe we'll get lucky? escaped claw beast or something?Her thought trailed off incoherently
That was our last conversationIt was too hard to concentrate enough to form wordsThere
was more pain than we thought there should beAll the muscles in our body rioted, cramping
and spasming as they fought deathWe drifted and waited, our thoughts dipping in and out of memories without a
patternWhile we were still lucid, d |
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